art without attachment

In a zoom meeting with her boss 

her eye flickers over to her son,

bent intently over a sheet of drawing paper.

A dinosau emerges from the nothingness,  

its long neck curving towards the top of the page, 

a brontauraus she knows now, 

thanks to the 7-year old expert in the house

As her boss outlines KPIs for the year, 

the boy interrupts, " watch me make the dinosaur disappear! 

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In a zoom meeting with her boss 

her eye flickers over to her son,

bent intently over a sheet of drawing paper.

A brontosaurus emerges from the nothingness,  

its long neck curving towards the top of the page.

"Watch me make the dinosaur disappear!" he calls out, 

proceeding to draw a thick black marker back and forth across the page

Chained to my meeting where my boss was outlining KPIs for the year,

I become a helpless bystander, watching

the dino drown in inky quicksand

And i could only wonder

at art created without attachment,

like the sky at dawn and dusk, 

fleeting works in colour

obilerated by white clouds, inky skies in seconds 

by an artist who sees no need to sign a name or save for future admiration

supremely confident that all he creates will by by nature a masterpeice. 

After all. . 

.

 from being sucked into the quick sand of ink,  quietly, unprotesting. 

In my meeting my boss was outlining KPIs for the year 

A thick black marker moves methodically from edge to edge

meticulously shading the paper in  thick black marker