The Studio Waits
The studio waits patiently for me to come back. I’m in there many times a day, but it’s usually to feed the cat or to get something from the spare refrigerator. The table calls me to stop and play a little while . . .
But I can’t stay. Not right now. I look at the beautiful papers,
And half-finished paintings . . .
And I wonder when I’ll have a day to just play.
I thought I could at least put these pictures up to reassure myself that there will be time for them soon.