In the playroom at the preschool rolling a big purple bouncy ball back and forth
with Greta (who laughs when I bounce it over her head),
she yells “Do it again!” and I do, and she laughs, again and again,
for five minutes until I am bored so I dribble the ball
bop a bob a bop bop, bop a bop a bop bop to a beat,
and Greta's eyebrows float to the top of her forehead as her body registers the rhythm.
Then. “Can you get me a drum?” she asks, pointing up to the shelf of musical instruments...
Now, if a four-year-old asked you that, What would you say?
...
Yes means Art!
Yes means Today!
Yes means everyday
following heart!
Yes means today me and Greta make noise,
and Yes means tomorrow, maybe, a tune,
Yes,
Sidney makes “chocolate-crusted tomato cookies” out of playdoh,
Yes,
Peter makes “a rock that's floating in space that's stronger than an asteroid,”
and Rita drives to Boston after naptime,
Yes!
and Stevie draws a map of a house at the bottom of the sea,
Yes!
Ari pokes a hundred little holes in his paper with his pen
and draws a warning sign that says
“Warning! Be Careful of Dots!!!!!” in his own alphabet
Yes!
Yes Summer teaches me how to say hello in horse,
Yes Saoirse is a kitty cat for the rest of the afternoon,
and Yes Maeve uses up all the tape making three paper telescopes
and begs for more to make a fourth,
and Yes, I take down the bongos,
along with the entire basket of preschool percussion:
egg shakers, yellow bells, rainbow xylophones,
red ruffled rhythm sticks, purple ones too,
we clack them together, hit sticks, shake maracas, ring bells!
ding-bada-ding shkh shkh boom BOOM
bada-ding shkh shkh bada BOOM!
And Everything is Art,
Everything is paintbrushes, tools and toys,
a crayon, a lion, a pile of wood,
trees and sandboxes, puppets and masks,
each a unique and ineffable Yes!
Yes! Everything is Yes!
Yes! Everything is Art, power and play,
and bop spontaneity, music and soul,
heartbeats and drums,
the Universe an easel
a painting
potential
and Everyone
Everything
Yes!
she yells “Do it again!” and I do, and she laughs, again and again,
for five minutes until I am bored so I dribble the ball
bop a bob a bop bop, bop a bop a bop bop to a beat,
and Greta's eyebrows float to the top of her forehead as her body registers the rhythm.
Then. “Can you get me a drum?” she asks, pointing up to the shelf of musical instruments...
Now, if a four-year-old asked you that, What would you say?
...
Yes means Art!
Yes means Today!
Yes means everyday
following heart!
Yes means today me and Greta make noise,
and Yes means tomorrow, maybe, a tune,
Yes,
Sidney makes “chocolate-crusted tomato cookies” out of playdoh,
Yes,
Peter makes “a rock that's floating in space that's stronger than an asteroid,”
and Rita drives to Boston after naptime,
Yes!
and Stevie draws a map of a house at the bottom of the sea,
Yes!
Ari pokes a hundred little holes in his paper with his pen
and draws a warning sign that says
“Warning! Be Careful of Dots!!!!!” in his own alphabet
Yes!
Yes Summer teaches me how to say hello in horse,
Yes Saoirse is a kitty cat for the rest of the afternoon,
and Yes Maeve uses up all the tape making three paper telescopes
and begs for more to make a fourth,
and Yes, I take down the bongos,
along with the entire basket of preschool percussion:
egg shakers, yellow bells, rainbow xylophones,
red ruffled rhythm sticks, purple ones too,
we clack them together, hit sticks, shake maracas, ring bells!
ding-bada-ding shkh shkh boom BOOM
bada-ding shkh shkh bada BOOM!
And Everything is Art,
Everything is paintbrushes, tools and toys,
a crayon, a lion, a pile of wood,
trees and sandboxes, puppets and masks,
each a unique and ineffable Yes!
Yes! Everything is Yes!
and bop spontaneity, music and soul,
heartbeats and drums,
the Universe an easel
a painting
potential
and Everyone
Everything
Yes!
Yes here you are!! i've been searching all over for where you are an anything on Adam Gottlieb and what's going on with you after seeing "Louder Than a Bomb" you exploded into everyone's life an disappeard like a passing cloud. No social media no nothing! i will email you, right now i must read this entire blog to catch up on your poetry. I'm so excited to know your still shining. All the best and nothing but love for you.
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