Anchored, Waiting

I've quoted the following snippet from Cynthia Voigt's A Solitary Blue before, and I may well quote it again—

This had been the pattern of his days 

on the back creek, too: 

he would move the boat out 

until he felt more frightened 

than he had the courage to match; 

then he would anchor and wait.

This has been the pattern of other days in my studio, too: I move my brush about until I feel more    stymied than I have the inspiration to match; then I anchor and wait.







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