Creation
by Oksanna Normandeau
I watch my baby
Take the paintbrush by storm.
She does not think
About where it goes.
She lets the motion
Of her energy flow,
Like she already knows
This is not for a performance
Or to romance another.
It is purely for the feeling
Of a blissful summer color mix
Or dancing to the beat
Of a drummer
As the music sways
Her hand to switch…
Read more of Oksanna Normandeau’s poem in SEARCH Magazine‘s Fall 2022 #Homemade issue.
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