THE HILL

by Barbara M Kite

If I had but been more invisible

There would have been no gauntlet to throw down

 

If I had truly understood that what I did was not understood

There would have been more compliance

Or at least a physical departure,

Instead the old familiar boulder asked for my shoulder

And I gave it, moving slowly up the hill.

 

The creation of the world was to happen in 7 days without rest.

They didn’t know and never would where and how

the magic - came to live.

 

Directors think they’re God, I’ve heard

And not until director was handed to me did I realize, but

That God had to be involved and stepping out of her way

And that was

Was the secret to creation.

 

The loss weighs heavily.  The desire to create overtook safety.

Overtook questioning trust, mine in them.

Overtook a closer look at egos and mandates and lack of love for the art.