The attic in your mind

When I first saw this painting I thought ‘’ what do I see?’’

Is a face peering down at a flower? Small tree?

With the hands in the air and the feet on the ground

And the colors so bright I can imagine the sounds...

The blue sounds like laughter you have with your mates

The red sounds like ideas for the food on your plate

We've had to slow down and we’ve had time to listen

To the thoughts in our minds that we thought had went missing

Do we want to return to the work that we did?

Or are we happy to live a full life off the grid?

I may be a cleaner but I want to be more

So I’m going to knock on my minds front door