Art Appreciation

And if I can’t play the music

that drenches me

with the presence of beauty,

that flows down my arms

and fills my mouth

and ripples me with shimmers

from the sun

Perhaps this standing in it

is still worth something —

perhaps this gratitude

for its existence,

this rising joy, all-in reverberation

still serves a function —

gives the music someone who believes.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 1, 2020