poems from the frye. 2. [more a movement]

Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in the exhibit’s guest book. This is the second installment from this creative experiment.

we are not
an equation with limitations
we are relative strength
E X P A N D E D

We are LIBERTY
in bold, gold letters sewn
to a leather vest
(glittering in the sunlight)

in constant transformation
marvelous moments

we are not sensible, tame
or constrained
(more a movement)

we are celebrating
the exceptional
nursing our babies
sharing a meal
fucking under the stars
heads thrown back
with
deep
throaty
laughter

we are
floating light
with deep roots
walking contradictions
and soul signatures
(more a movement)