Exhibits › A Moment’s Notice: Visual Haiku by Bob Barancik

Read by Roxanne Fay, a Tampa Bay actress, novelist, and playwright.
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	My eyes tightly shut I wait for daylight to come with morning birdsong.
	To create while time is still warm flesh and my eyes can feast on sunlight.
	My eyes half open I wait for the Messiah to eclipse the sun.
	Why do we tear the fabric of our life apart and make collages?
	Our better angel resides in our tattered world not above the clouds.
	From the womb to tomb we forget to raise our heads and behold the stars.
	My eyes wide open I wait for sleep to arrive with her black veil.
	The Europeans preach peace and love to the world but love to goose step.
	Cliques keep on clicking you're out you're out you're out and I‘m totally in.
	I am so frazzled world in a downward spiral going nowhere fast.
	The world drives us nuts and keeps us in well-worn ruts that’s the way it works.
	Things might be looking up but it is hard to tell too many signals.
	We borough in dark tunnels of our own design shadows of ourselves.
	She pines for her man who is out in the big world doing god knows what.
	Incarcerated by squareness and right angles and blocks of boredom.
	Their blue silhouettes tell nothing of their struggles to stay together.
	Adrift but not lost riding waves of the unknown I hear the surf crash.
	Standing on the moon astronaut waves to poet on small blue dot.
	I wonder at the wonder of it all and laugh uncontrollably.
	Our dreamless slumber will outlast the stars and the comet’s fading tail.