She asks for symbols
while doodling stars and hearts
in blue ink
across the top of a blank page
Maybe I don’t get it, Professor
Maybe I never will
She’s on to circles and squares
then sees images of old Egyptian pillars
And creates her own hieroglyphs
with no meaning
(to her)
“To evoke the imagination.”
She voices before putting her head back down
Simi circles and unfinished squares
That are dotted like a morse code
But they have been placed
With no meaning
Dotted with intent
But no definition
Somehow she still feels the depth
Of each meaningless symbol
-Saschia Johnson
Yesterday I blogged about Jan Van Eyck
