Again with this question

Frankly,
most of us
do not know why
we create.
Imago Dei? Perhaps.
A very few of us
do it for money,
more for the hope
of money, I guess,
but most of us—
just have to. So we do.
The trash piles up
with our frustrations;
waiting for a fire, or something;
clocks ticking near dusty books;
that sort of thing.
I’ve had professors
whose houses always had
one candle going; I think
we all wish we could be like that.
But instead
I still don’t know
why I create.

November 2020