Almost Home

Medium: oils (on democratic board)

Size: 30 x 30 cm

Because the work itself must say a lot with little, I decided to

present my statement in the form of a poem.

Almost Home

I hear the talkers talking, of

My Start and of My End.

I see the watchers watching, as

They watch my spirit bend.

Will I live? Will I die?

I hear the talkers talk.

But talking will not help, I have to

Walk and walk and walk

The walk is long, the walk is sore,

I mostly walk alone.

A walk that never seems to end,

A walk that I must own.

I see the turning up ahead, the

Last bend in the road.

Golden light glows all around and

I am almost

Home.