I walk into a room
A bed in one corner
A desk with a large surface
Across from the bed
A chest of drawers and
A closet also exists.
I sit down at the desk
Pick up a paint brush
And work on a painting
Of a field occupied by
Several people cutting hay
Some will throw it on a wagon
drawn by a horse. They look
ragged and tired. It is near
noontime and a break.
They will eat and then lay down
By a stack of hay and sleep
Or just rest. They are half-way
Through their days work. I look
At my work on the canvas like
Paper and am almost pleased.
I put the brush down and lie down
On the bed and dream. I see the
Sky and the stars seemingly
Swirl in the outer space. I wake
Up and realize that this has all
Been a dream. A good dream.
Stanski
September 22, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 