Especially if you fly on Christmas,
the hours in the air a meditation
upon the months and year. You think salvation
might be yours if only you shake your fist
at some old slight, look ahead to this
in-between state, a place of transition
between east, west, north, south. It’s like fiction,
you think, these strange and busy weeks. Success
seems elusive. Yet isn’t it success
to think freely, as you’re doing now, high
above clouds, imagining how your art
will sustain you. Colorado, Texas,
Arkansas. Guitar, paintbrush, canvas. Why
make the mind do all the work? Invite the heart.