'Originality' Poem by DM W

It is not that the artist discovers
Something new, rather he detects something
Old, that was once familiar, but that
Has now been forgotten; at the edge
Of the world: like wildflowers in the desert.
It's usually to be found in a
Desolate place; where nobody can perceive
Any sign of life or bright promise there.
Yet the keen, curious artist sees it,
And then claims it. He brings it back into
Focus, and it commands our attention;
So that we can marvel at its delights.