THE CANVASS


She stands straight and tall
With her palate in hand
She ponders for a moment
Then the canvass changes with her touch

Slowly she turns the blank space of imagination
Into a glorious reality to be touched
She has seen the soft places of life
Creating in her the ability to share

Stroke by stroke the universe forms
The brush in her loving control
Colors appear as if by magic
Being held in place by thought

She peers over the easel with a smile
Knowing the world is watching
This gift she shares for all who look on
Without hesitation or reserve

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000