What connects us
to certain places or
pieces of music and art?

Sometimes I wonder
if it’s a melody itself that calls
or someplace
deep within the composer’s heart
instead,

and as I blissfully drive
through Andrew Wyeth’s
Brandywine Valley,
over rolling green hills,
past old stone houses,
forests and fields,
I wonder too,
if it calls me more
because of the artist’s devotion
and decisive tenderness
toward his subjects.

As a self-proclaimed misfit
meticulously painting the details
of those quirky characters
who lived on the land,
he brought us beneath
              the surface,
                           to ponder their souls.


© by Joan Kantor.
Used here with the author's permission.