As I knelt to plant my vegetable garden
the sown seeds, unexpectedly, had been mixed
At some point
by no one in particular
A loose box, open envelopes, perhaps
The vegetables were few and far between
But the flowers
They were beautiful mixed with greens
When I stood to paint this mural
To reflect the sea and the sunset
The waves and the gulls
A sudden elbow slip, a few misstrokes
And the sea became a flowing river
With tall buildings reflecting the sky
Sitting at the piano bench to write
The song of minor tones and sadness
Oops, a major third, hmmm, a new progression
With a walking bass line
And a piano solo
Unexpected and beautiful
Lettings loose the best of creation
Rolling with the punches
Not knowing the end result
Why did the character sneeze?
Why did the colors blend?
Why did the music roll?
Ahh, the way of creation
Beautiful and unexpected
Accepted and beautiful
For if the end were pre conceived
Would it be art?
Would it be creation?
Would it be life?
Unexpected beauty happens