Meaningless Meaning

Exhibit Me
 
Is it meaningless if it was me? I think I meant it, that it felt less than being nothing; more than being everything. It had meaning without being anything. Something. A meander in spring, a book read on a public beach in autumn. New year nows and wedding day vows. Chewing cud with the dairy cows. Meaning to say something potentially meaningless, I’m told less is more. A beat in song. A memory in a photo, a halo on Sunday, a fallen leaf in early winter. That thing with meaning, that thing just for me. Matchsticks struck in the dark, feet dunked in the jaws of the blue. Meaningless to the white roar rolling in the ever new. A sermon was once delivered with meaning, was my deaf ear meaningless? That doodle randomly etched, sense of belonging far fetched. That tool in life’s shed, a well indulged bed; a belly well fed. Me, my name in glittering L.E.D., meaningless when looking out to sea. Meaning more when you laid next to me, I felt meaningless meaning; I was it – free.
 
90x120
Acrylic on canvas
Handfinished walnut framing
Signed