Inner twined

June 21, 2018

(commissioned for the Gibbes Museum and Charleston Jazz’ Art of Jazz series. Written specifically about the Betwixt and Between exhibit)

You don’t
have to look far
for signs of connection.

floor to ceiling
strands
of shared air,

or sidewalk to sun
oxygen,

binding
our breathing.

trees are made up
of the tightened tension of sticks –
betwixt and between
deep-rooted solitude
that can withstand storms.

recycled,
it can
become art
that reminds us
of … connection.

we are no more
than plants.

each lung’s exercise
is a leaning of meaning.

we lean toward light
even when we are not nourished,

but nourishment
is enlightenment
because
we are sticks
held together
by love,

unbroken.

I would like
to be woven
with you.