Don’t go back, they say!
I had to go back,
I had a book to return to the library.
it was about 20 years overdue (glad they didn’t make me pay the charges).
The smell of the oil paints and the fibre glass,
it doesn’t change!
Overwhelming joy, peace, art.
So, I say: go back,
take a seat,
you might just find a part of yourself,
that you never knew was there to be discovered.