A second aspect of the Interpretations process included the artist interpreting an original written work, so Tracy Eichhorn created a visual response to my original writing.
The medium is a window frame with wall paper and epoxy on glass.
When I awoke it was to a song out of place.
The solitary voice of a bird sounded
before its season.
The usual suspects waited behind the closet door:
parka, overcoat, checkered scarf from Scotland.
But I elbowed past them and chose
the flimsy jacket hiding in the back.
When the wind struck my face,
winter asked what I thought I was doing,
that it was hardly finished with me yet.
And I said I didn’t really care,
that I was a song out of place,
singing as though the end
was almost here.
vitalwholeness 
Also interesting!
I really like this poem. There are days when that is just the way I feel!
A moving poem. Particularly like the last line.
. . . a song out of place,
singing as though the end
was almost here.. . . .
Wistful and poignant, capturing our perishing moments. The exquisite artistry of Tracy Eichorn adds a special beauty that captures the feeling of the poem. What a team you make!.