Two days, back to reality.
Back to puppy cuddles.
Back to furrit chattings.
Back to the hot studio with the grapevine around the side.
A studio I can paint in.
I’ll paint something amazing…
Listen to the cicadas and breathe in the heat and
I’ll sing along to Adele and Le Tigre at the top of my lungs.
I’ll contemplate taking up smoking, simply to have something to do between strokes.
I’ll change my mind, because of the health risks.
I’ll think about having a glass of wine instead…
Until I remember I don’t actually like wine much.
Two days and I can begin my countdown,
The countdown to 2012,
New Year’s Eve,
Which I’ll hopefully not spend alone.
I’ll think drunkenly about what is to come,
Hope that at least some of my heart’s desire will come to be.
Dreams come to fruition.
It isn’t much-
Inspiration, Intelligence, Independence.
Perhaps next summer I’ll be sitting in the back of a pick-up truck,
Baking in the sun,
A cold cider between my knees and a burger in my hands
While the smell of warm canvas and oil paint
Drifts from my paintings…
As they wait to be hung on smooth white walls.
In my dream I am happy,
Pleased with small pleasures,
A clear sky, a clear mind,
A room of my own, an income,
And a lightness in my heart.
I can hope.
I will hope.
In two days.