I just missed the falling ceiling
in my studio
on the island
pushed out by days of rain.
It started with a tiny leak
on the far side.
Now beyond repair
I quickly grab what I can,
a few of my wood blocks,
Japanese paper wrapped up
fear of more rain coming
All this can disolve!
I must get off the island
as fast as I can!
Thunder,
lightning,
more heavy pouring rain
I close my eyes.
I know it is the end
of that island studio.
Tiny Child image is put into my pocket
The rest of my things I shove into the only dry spot,
my still standing closet
to deal with later
I ride home on my bicycle
totally soaked
and wonder how that Child image
is doing in my pocket
Dry
not like me.
At home I quickly set up my kitchen table
as my alternative workspace
for now
strung lines, brushes,
some kind of temporary order
For now this will have to do.
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