Where to paint a poem?

Written last night:
Dear Friends,

Today was the first poetry Thursday of 2018 at the library, and the subject was time. Here’s a poem I read. I like it so much that in Tallahassee I painted it inside the medicine chest so I could read it every morning as I brushed my teeth. I left that crazy medicine cabinet there when I moved to Sacramento. Here there are drawers and mirrors, so I’ve got to paint this beautiful poem somewhere else.

Love,

k

It’s the Dream by Olav H. Hauge

It’s the dream we carry

that something wondrous will happen

that it must happen

time will open

hearts will open

doors will open

spring will gush forth from the ground–

that the dream itself will open

that one morning we’ll quietly drift

into a harbor we didn’t know was there.

from Borealis (March/April 2002), translated from the Norwegian by Robert Hadin