i live in an art gallery 
by cantbel i. eveitstrue
i live in an art gallery.
amazing, but it’s true. the walls are filled with pencil drawings made by me and you.
and sometimes it’s a symphony, and other times, jazz fest.
and sometimes it's a rock concert that won’t put me to rest.
and sometimes it’s a movie, theater, complete with projection…
and sometimes it’s a lover’s lane, with touch and then, rejection.
and sometimes it’s a sunny sunrise, welcome to my day!
and sometimes, it’s a rainy shower, cold and lonely stay…
and then, just when i took for granted, comfort in the night…
and then, again, it radiates (the dark becomes the light).
and i’m not sure why i am writing all of this, for you…
i live in an art gallery:
(amazing, but it’s true)
- sometimes, it’s overwhelming to discover how lucky we are, right here, in the middle of our own existence.
left: pointing out my sister donna's butterfly, in downtown providence, r.i.
life... is an art gallery.
 martineau, l. (9-1.1-2007). book 53: do You Deliver? (copyright 2009 by www.wellnesseducation.us)
* artwork by john, lenny, kristin, clare, donna, steve, larry, jerry, melanie marquis, mel, nick, abby, etc.