Art objects

Art is not an object
It is not still life
it is the way
You tilt your glasses down
So you can see over them
Seeing me clearly
Or the intent of your soul
To create
Something new
Even if today
It is just the way
You hang up the broom
After sweeping
Or arrange the dishes just washed
On a clean towel
Awaiting the time to compress
Being into
Beauty
Sealing a random moment
Pressed like a flower picked in a meadow
Out of context
So now my art is you
Living strung out
Moment by moment