Darkened Arts

Dear Reader of Mind,

...maybe we are freed

from applause?

The Rite

to be publicly

recognized,

has lost its highlights

in our private lives.

We’ve been busy,

and it’s no slight

to creativity,

if our acts

have shuttered

in the dark,

invisibly...

While you clear

the cabinets

from our dust

and attend to all

obscurity,

it’s true I have

hardly written

across these palms

and most holy arms,

the notes that were

to remind...

The curtains have

groaned from

the early morn,

and I have splashed

the glass to wave

at what has past...

the bylines

of face,

looking forward,

and back.