I am forever overlapping
you; your notes cascading
upon me; where shadows
loom, you hold the lightWe meet in the middle,
at the bridge – at the break –
at the moment of unexpected
surrender to the moment of
story and songI am melody: nothing, but
for the harmony that spans
its wings beneath
Note: this is a #smallpoem, written in the margins of a community feldgang, with this line as anchor:
“Making art, whether you do it solo or in a group, derives its patterns from everything around us, in an interdependent network.” — Stephen Nachmanovitch, The Art of Is
Others have been leaving poems, too, in the book we are reading together in NowComment, and finding them in the margins of the text is a beautiful moment — a dance along the contours of Nachmanovitch’s ideas, made visible for shared experiences.
Peace (along the margins),
Kevin