When we follow the call

For years, I was known for making and selling Photographs like this one: 

Each morning I’d wake up early, 

To scout out docks with photogenic dinghies. 

But then I became a painter, and mornings 

Became devoted to reading, and meditation — 

An odd way, to be sure, 

Of preparing for the canvas — 

And instead of looking outside myself 

For subjects, 

I looked inward, waiting, hoping, for inspiration; 

For some way to create art 

That might somehow serve 

As a portal to the sacred. 

Despite the challenge, the shift has brought peace, Though I still find that small boats bring me joy.