finding a path

this one is well worn, brilliant fall to the left,

as is that one, the sounds of a crystal clear stream.

there are mountains in the distance perfectly colored,

shaped by a millenia of rain, snow and sun.

but this one, this one is new everytime,

unpredictable, at times weird, jumping

registers, rapidly changing colors, slow

then fast, no one can predict, there is no

predictability, it will start and end at the

exact right moment that  no body knows,

not even the artist.

                 this is art in the 21st century.