MY QUEST FOR THE ART OF LIVING
Began long ago and I have since
tried to make time to eliminate
anything that can be measured—
like time, space and sums of money,
and focus on the search for love,
and joy of living which began for me
on a linoleum covered kitchen floor
of my toddler years watching Mom
dancing to Kay Kyser’s Kollege Of
Musical Knowledge on the radio.
I would illustrate the music with
my synesthetic bunch of crayons.
When the moon was full, I tried
to depict the man in the moon
when passing clouds looked just
like he should appear according
to: “The Answer Man,” the weekly
radio program we never missed
after Mom listened to her favorite
soap opera series: “Stella Dallas.”