Saturday, May 16, 2009

The Stars Above My Head

I stepped from plank to plank
a slow and cautious way
The stars above my head I felt
about my feet the sea

I knew not but the next
would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious gait
some call experience.

Emily Dickenson

This poem about working intuitively is copied large on my studio wall.

1 comment:

  1. Gorgeous and interesting piece, and I like the poem too . . thank you!


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