Art Everywhere

In my innocent sweetness, I always thought I had the habit of seeing Art everywhere, wherever I looked.

I turned my face, and all I saw was Art.

To a silly awning, to the grass below the threes.

Silly, I realized much later that it's not Art that I keep seeing in everything.

It was me. I saw ME.

It's me that is actually Art.

And what I am, no one can take from me.