Daydreams of Art School

Perhaps,
as a Young One,
you daydreamed of
Art School,

but your Elders
insisted the Way
to The Top
ran through
laboratories or
law school or
calculus or the
supply and demand
of Economics 101.

But daydreams
can be relentless,
grinning at you
from between the pages
of your beach read, or
beckoning to you
from whatever screen
you use to watch
“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,”

until they persuade you
to wake up
in The Mystery,

to see you’ve
only ever been
in Art School,

and there isn’t
a birth or
a death,

a love lost
or beauty found
in hopeless heroics,

transcendence
discovered in some
bungled business
of one kind or another,

that isn’t Being
transformed by
your eyes,
seeing through Love’s Lens,

into a Wondering
how it is
that you
found your Way
into Art School
after All.

(Photo by Barara Froes; UnSplash)