Today,

while attending an art history lecture

I forgot to be bitter.

For a moment

all I could see was beauty and

understanding. Accomplished with

the most vertical of orthogonals.

Of Parmigianino and Ingres.

Of Braque and David.

Even the tired old Florentines

made the strictest of priest weep.

The human capacity for creation

seems damn near

inescapable.