Sometimes I Get

surrounded by

art. I was just a kid. My

aunt, an art teacher,

My now a teacher

specialized in strings,

brother threw clay,

sister produces acrylic-struck canvas

daily, my mother and grand-

mother

volunteer their time

and I, also, all of these.

I paint night

my loved one’s countless crafts, and

brother, and sister

whenever we’re all together, we make the muse ick

my friends, on occasion, try poetry and

me with others, my own time, listen to

and collect sound

of not quite every flavor;

my father listens

and appreciates

our music, sometimes

under the sun– perform body,

art-yoga; I intend only to grow

don’t, Ever-change, strip me.

the ability to see, I know, will speak in

deaf-tone; this beautiful world silent

breathless for the rest of life.