Sometimes,
A
Painting
Has
To
Age,
Be
Put
Aside
At
A
Half
Finished
Stage,
Until
It
Can
Be
Brought
Around,
And
A
Way
Ahead
Found.
Writing
Is
A
Single
Strand,
Drawn
Out
Hand
Over
Hand.
Once
Work
Is
Begun,
It
Remains
All
One,
Until
Its
Done.
True
Or
Not,
Its
What
I’ve
Got,
And
How
I spend
My
Days,
Finding
My
Way
Through
The
Maze.