Origins
Art in a Jar
By Jessica Outram
Art is never-never land—
It can capture sunshine in a jar.
Touch air.
See music.
Smell colour.
Hear hunger.
Taste trees.
Van Gogh meets Beethoven at Walden, in the woods—
Where sunshine escapes the jar each time.
What is the meaning of life?
Polkaroo.
Boiling desire cools loneliness. The lid lifts.
“Mange ta main et prenez l’autre pour demain,”
The clever cat of liberty calls as
I eat the fire of the dragon.
O—to drive the clouds on country roads—
That bird delights in the unknown.
Tomorrow she will understand today’s dumb poetry blooms.
Sleeping fish have no quarrel with fighting tigers.
“Je t’aime,” declares her creation
And the jar captures a rainbow.


