the greta who creates

the greta who creates desperately needs to rest

the greta who creates needs to make art at her own pace

the greta who creates needs to make bad art

needs to paint a vase of flowers

one

one painting

needs to paint one painting

badly

and like it all the same

the greta who creates needs a long absence from

good art

needs to make shapes and smileys

not be shamed for color blocks

or uneven spaces, needs to

write heaps of words that don't make sense

that don't flow

words that chunk

the greta who creates needs to see God everywhere

instead of art, needs to see

art by God

and give credit

everywhere

the greta who creates needs to be uncensored

if she is to create at all

needs to whip up words as they take the playground slide

from mind to fingers to screen

and not ask,

who will read this,

who will value this

who will understand this?

maybe no one

the greta who creates needs to say

who cares if no one cares

the greta who creates desperately needs to rest,

needs to create,

because art is rest

needs to create without having any preoccupation

of what's good or bad

needs to write a metaphorless poem,

needs to just journal,

just photograph, or not.

paint, or not.

sing, or not.

write, or not.

needs to play

play with collage

play with words

play with chords

needs to praise

praise with paint

praise with poems

praise with psalms

the greta who creates is,

and ever shall be

tired of rules

has her own standards

her own passions,

drives,

talents

doesn't have to prove anything

to anyone

the greta who creates

isn't even herself

without what she was given

however good or bad

whatever success or failure

isn't even hers to begin with

is his

the god-made greta who creates

needs to ask who cares

needs to know he cares

and that's every possible thing

that matters.

one.

one thing.

one thing matters.

one thing has only ever mattered.

the greta who creates needs

one thing.