Beginning to Begin

My posts to this blog have dwindled over the years, until last year I posted only once.
But I'm feeling drawn back to this blog again, like an artist to a long-abandoned attic studio.
And my heart aches for a place to play poetic again.
So I'll pull the white dust cloths back and clean the windows.
I'll gaze out on the street of a new year.
Then I'll look for a blank canvas, waiting in a pile against a stone wall.