Sixty Seconds

Today I have a minute to spare.

So, I’m going to take the minute out of its case and really try to see what it looks like.

At first, the minute looks like a butterfly, but flying backwards, heading straight for the cocoon, so that before I can get to know it it’s disappeared.

:60 seconds vanish right before my eyes.

Even the unexamined life that they say isn’t worth living is worth living.

It turns out there’s another minute in the case, hiding in the felt lining, camouflaged as the inert guitar picks of B.B.King and Bill Frisell.

Looking inside the case I couldn’t see this hidden minute at first, I could only hear it, it was a song.

At the end of the song, a short, sweet :60 duet offered up by two absolute masters of instrumental music it began to sound like my breathing when I’m sleeping on my right side and my left ear is keeping the rhythm of my heart.

“Situation”, painting in progress, acrylic & Magic Marker, 24” x 24”.