“Knitted Tent, ‘Material Obsessions’, Roth and Morton, Belkin Gallery, UBC”
Photo DS
Sometimes life can only be expressed in a nonet:
It was a week of conflict
A week of speaking my mind
A week of correcting paperwork
A week of calling people out
A week of phoning to say no
A week of advocating
A week of maneuvering a plan
A week of staying quiet
While I can
This summer week intended to be
A creative studio week
A week of picnicking with friends
A week of rest at the beach
A week of seeing what I need
A week of laughing with children
A week of sightseeing
And meal making
Together
Next week I will attend a festival
I will make the best of all
I will get back on the treadmill
And on the seawall
I will read Barbara Brown Taylor
I will paint the portraits that call me
The collages that long for me
The geranium baths eluding me
I will breathe and pray
This again is the only way
To sustain me other than
The gallery.
Nonet:
A group of nine people or things, especially musicians.
A musical composition for nine voices or instruments.
A poem with nine lines
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