an ode to letting go
this is us, descending, accumulating:
weight; memory; fragrances; love.
how we are not a singular drop in
some ocean: we, together, are life’s
motion, moving to form ourselves
from the parents, the family that
gave us ‘us’. & as we move into our
own space – of being, of seeing, of
living – we shall all one day grow
our own feet, leave this gallery, &
enter into a world where we
create art as unique as we are.