THE EMPTY CANVAS IS MY FRIEND
by Yvonne Rousseau

It is like meeting a friend for the first time.
It is anxious anticipation, in a new relationship.
It is emptiness calling to be brought to life.
It is envisioning what will happen on its surface.

It is my stark, blank canvas I am greeting.
It is my first paint stroke transforming.
It is my happy space in the making.
It is my peaceful place awakening.

It is here that I can be in charge of atmosphere.
It is here that I can create any mood I desire.
It is here that only my decisions matter.
It is here that my imagination rules.