Wandering
Wandering the aisles,
fingers itching,
reaching spastically,
for this oh that,
gasping in
oohs and ahs,
desiring
supplies,
even the ones
I know not how to use;
so expensive.
at home,
I kneel
to paint,
cramped legs
longing to stretch,
my visions
so clearly defined,
my work
a reflection
of something else entirely;
so mercurial.
© ACG
08 May 2012
