Starting over

My indispensable tabouret, a former serving cart that found a new life in my studio

“Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife,

Some pure idea of a noble life

That once seemed possible? Did we not hear

The flutter of its wings, and feel it near

And just within our reach? It was. And yet

We lost it in this daily jar and fret

But still our place is kept and it will wait,

Ready for us to fill it, soon or late

No star was ever lost we once have seen;

We always may be what once we might have been.”

— Adelaide Proctor