IN MY STUDIO
Ideas swirl, eddy, billow.
They surge. They seethe
in and out of
the closets,
the drawers,
the shelves
of my mind.
My imagination plays with me.
Could I? Can I?
I move to my studio,
surrounded by paper and canvas,
palette and easel, brushes and paints.
Burnt umber.
Wild violet.
Alizaron crimson and cerulean blue.
Could I? Can I?
Will I?
