Blueberry Picking on Jay Mountain

I make my living as an artist these days,
But once it was only poetry,
And I made no living.

I decided to make a painting to go
With each poem, that’s why the title
Always comes to me first.

Sometimes the title is so fulfilling,
The art never gets created.
My pleasure alone is in the title

My satisfaction, in the thought
Worked out and brought down
From that level where the gods play 

Where poets entertain themselves
Taking time, touching the poetry,

And picking all the blueberries.