To Paint
I pick up the brush
It drips oil paint
The still life is before me
A rather ordinary day
The famous light finds
Its' way through
The studio window
I do not feel like me
A stranger in my place
Holding my brush
Standing before my canvas
It is said
If you feel comfortable
Change your medium
It has been awhile
Since I held this brush
Mixed the paint
Drug the brush
Across the canvas
It is as if
It is the first time
A virgin... again
All that I know
All that I have ever known
All that I can remember
Is required
Now...
I have created some markers
I know some unwanted things
That is all
I will continue to
Hold my brush clumsily
Until I can do otherwise
Destination unknown
