Space

Space.
And light.
A need it seems,
that only expands as you age,
each a thing of potential
and hope
and possibility,
and your need
for more.

About this poem

When I visit museums, I find myself as entranced by the spaces as the art. In my own studio, it is the space and light that holds me, that matters. Even as I try to shed things in my life, I crave more space, more light.

Something’s wrong with me, I sometimes think.

Tom