I Am Still Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I am an empty vessel.
I am creative potential.
I am strings at rest
A canvas stretched
Words unexpressed.

Yet I do not yearn to be played.
I am not anxious for paint.
I am in no hurry for words
I am content to wait.
Silent
White
Blank.

I need no virtuoso
No Picasso
No Whitman
To pluck my strings
To messy my surface
To sing of himself.

I wait for a contemplative soul.
A Beethoven
A Michelangelo
A Homer
Who sees eternity
And draws it out of me

Slowly
Reverently
With the genius
Of one who strives
To speak of something sacred.