for Rosemary Harries.
Artists are escapists.
We don't care much
for 'real'.
Whatever nature delivers,
we want to improve the deal.
So we'll shift
the light and shade,
and reparse to re-enlighten.
We can damn the 'drear' to
darken.
We can gild and shine and brighten.
Sure! We can appreciate
a well-formed
natural state.
Yet oft', we'll ache to change the script
or even wipe the slate.
Facing charges of presumptuousness
from anal analytics.
We'll contend that
nature made us,
to be nature's 'natural' critics.
