When I Met My Muse

 
SEEDS OF CREATIVITY   BY DAN BEAM, ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

SEEDS OF CREATIVITY BY DAN BEAM, ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

 

WHEN I MET MY MUSE

I glanced at her and took my glasses

off - they were still singing. They buzzed

like a locust on the coffee table and then

ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the

sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and

knew that nails up there took a new grip

on whatever they touched. "I am your own

way of looking at things," she said. "When

you allow me to live with you, every

glance at the world around you will be

a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

—by William Stafford, from The Way It Is

Beam inc.