There are so many ways to find and see creative genius.
With each Season brings a new perspective, another attempt.
We show up with one intent, and discover another.
We stand up searching the walls, and end up laying down and looking up, to an unexpected point of view.
Lucky am I to find my way to an ocean filled with a collective of high I.Q.
Learn as I do, the mind plays, and shares, and stumbles, and rebounds.
The super human real life heroes, travel with simple and humble egos.
Ambition abounds with delight and obsession but, never self right.
I peek around to see if there might be anyone else with eyes popping.
Anyone else with heart thumping?
Anyone else with pulse racing?
Around the corner I spy, something more than cake topping.
Spooning, cuddling and petting, smooching and touching.
Breathing and reaching, yawning and stretching.
Chinese, we say Ching-Ching.
Around here we say kissing.
There are more who are sipping, and tasting, and gulping.
Manners are flung, along with arms over head, and legs over another.
Mindful of nothing but time and space and sense of place.
Cups flowing, plates folded and napkins crumbled, ice slowly melting.
Freedom felt only surrounded by a crowd who is cooing.
Babies are strolling, and sucking, their parents wishing.
Wishing they could stay there longer too, just doing nothing.
Freshman taking photos, tourist listening, and still spirits running.
The Getty Museum, Los Angeles
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