A poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. A collaged rocky texture covers the words. A closeup of a hand holding a rock is pasted on. There is a drawing of the moon at the top and a sticker of a cartoon dancer wearing red in the center.

By Emily Norton at the Design Thinking Initiative

The fields of art
rest as light
the rounding of the circle, (to surely start again,)
the mutable materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,
I or you
known or unknown
very human life,
whole or large or small