it’s not my idea and yet it does appeal and affords new space for play from straightforward natural process
imagine a front yard
extending toward the center
of the street, twice as far back then
when this street was narrow
and still made of dirt
in a place named for rivers and wildlife
a sturdy facade belies a buckling form
how long has it been since voices and laughter
filled the interior of this now fragile frame
all I’ve let go of
leaves me standing tall and free
and all that remains
is to feel all that passes
like the wind moving through me
Matthew Word Bain is a pilgrim of beauty in the mundane, exploring perspective by way of ambiguity.
Through his creative process he cultivates a practice of being with what is.
a sad soda sign
now faded and flagging
above this solitary side walk
now look what you’ve done!
how will we get down from here?!
(let’s just wait a beat)
look over at that ridge line.
yeah. that’s really something else.