Life Without A Glossary Poem by Sonny Rainshine

The paradox of people who write
and paint and compose symphonies
is that the world around them
sometimes can’t compete
within the world inside them.

“I’ll go for a walk, ” she says
or “I’ll climb a tree to see the view, ” he proclaims.

But she has already recorded each step
and he has captured the distant mist
and the orchres and greens of the aspens
in the sun, first on the canvas of his mind,
then on the medium.

Are there persons, they wonder,
who do not experience this yearning to capture,
to elaborate, to elucidate,
to captivate?

Once she left her notebook at home.
and he his sketchpad,
and saw the world for once without filters,
without commentary.

“Too scary, ” she said.
“The colors are all wrong, ” he proclaimed,
and they hurried home
to transform it all into art.