Curiosity
A naturally meddlesome impulse
Taps me on the shoulder very lightly
Invites me to turn my head ever so slightly
A quarter of an inch
And look closer at something that has intrigued me
A whimsical urge
This harkening is more clue than destination
More whisper than proclamation
For curiosity
The mother tongue of observation and engagement
When discovered and demystified
Unmasks the bogus naming of art making
As the passion only the elite possess
Rather it is an attainable magic
A human way of seeing
Accessible to us all
And when the shared grace
Of the curious and creative collaborate
Ideas are made alive and conscious
Full of announcement and display
And these twin muses gladly welcome the imagination
For this welcoming tells us we are all invited
And this inquisitiveness is our shared human inheritance
Descended from tens of thousands of years of makers
Curiosity and creativity
Embroidered within us
Are natural to our very being
Not some artificial thing outside us
Bestowed upon virtuosity or proficiency
But an innate simultaneous discovery
That is birthed from the subtle influence
Of fascination and fondness
Whose only desire
Is in the making things
A little more beautiful and strange than they have to be
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