the abstract

you stare into the wild
random strokes of paint that is
jackon Pollock
hanging on the wall at
the national gallery of art.
it's wide and long.
it's everything a painting
should be
and nothing.
you laugh and think how easily
it is to do.
to straddle a canvas flat
on the floor and sling
and dribble, splash
house paint
against the white stretched
cloth.
insanely simple, and genius.
beyond you,
and it is you.