“Big ships out in the night…”
Dateline: Banks of the Mystic River
is the canvas.
I don’t get to choose the canvas, I do though get to choose,
And while I can’t explain, the canvas, I can explain, the brushstrokes.
Can explain, the palate I will draw from.
Can explain, how it is I see what is in front of me.
What it is I see.
As I look at the blank canvas that will be a story.
What it is that I see, is the parts,
not the sum.
Micro, not macro.
What I see, is our sameness, not our differences. It is what I choose to see, what I choose to put on my canvas.
Some, choose, what separates us, from each other.
But if you look through my lens, you can’t help but see, our sameness.
I think that we tend to forget that, how much we are alike, as opposed to how much, we are not.