The Fleeting Moments of Light

Until she finds those
wide & wild brushstrokes,

Until her hands move
with air & light,

Until line & form
cease to define her,

We will stand in
the halls of masters,

Breathe brief freedom
like air.

Poem ©2016, Jen Payne, National Poetry Month, 10. For R. Photo ©2016, Jen Payne, Metropolitan Museum of Art.