Reading Outside on a Windy Day

An article about type design, about one
Of the masters—how he never waits for

Inspiration—how he always starts
With the h and the o. A tree got loud behind me;

I palmed the page and waited for the gust
To arrive. Once the tree was quiet again

I lifted my hand and resumed my
Reading. The master said no, I’m not

An artist. My best designs are ones
You see every day and never notice.