“A Boating Party,” by John Singer Sargent

/\rt is an intense privilege to me
a voice of gladness
/\rt is a certain kind of eagerness
a training of my senses

/\rt is being in a red boat
changing the direction of the river
into oceans of possibility
Art falls fresh on me every day

/\rt is a measure of health and healing
a seal of self-identity
Art fits my emotion

Portraits are like a psalmist
singing to herself every day
♪do not forget me arms♪

/\rt is a red palette
a strident mark in a dismal world
while getting a little boost
from a beautiful, kissable smile

/\rt is like a devotion
it moves me to action

~ §tacy §weeney