The Art Gallery

The Art Gallery

Look at the pictures
In the halls
Hanging like nooses
On the walls

Sad is their smile
Eyes forgiving but unsure
Longing for another turn
Did my life really occur?

Baby is the infant, now
Small inside his boots
Feet bigger as his shoes are bronzed
And the camera continues to shoot

Hopeful inside his young
Discovering the difference
“Oh, my god, I’m a boy,” he says
“And I’ll have to climb her fence”

Brain is the moment
Twisted, the tousle sought
“Oh, my god, there are feelings in her body
Who would have ever thought?”

Ring, now, on the finger
Unsure on the face
“Welcome,” says the cut of the cake
“To the human race”

Growing is her stomach
Harried is his man
She says, “You don’t care”
He says, “No, you don’t understand”

Three of them, now, the picture
Days always ever changing
No, that conflicts with my schedule
Once again, we’re rearranging

Oh, my god, she’s walking
Soon she’ll be asking to cross the street
What on earth is that front door bell?
Oh, it’s a boy she’s happened to meet

High school, now, the graduation
Wait! Has college really passed?
She’s living on her own, now?!
I guess I knew it wouldn’t last

I’ll be two generation begun, you say
Gosh, I think I feel it moving
There’s something about this that’s discovered me
And, I somehow find it soothing

So now, it’s you and me and each other
And a chance to look back on our day
And the past we left in frames of mirrors
And this camera to make it stay

I love you beyond this dawn we exist in
Back to the days we first became one

The camera clicks its evolution
Slow inside its turn
Allowing, though, just one last kiss
And only a moment to reflect on
What they did or did not learn

Ever slower, now, as they
Long for each other
Look at each other
Smile for each other
Hold each other
Meld into each other
And become one

No regrets
No sorrows
No wishes hovering over
The grassy fields
For times otherwise spent

Just this moment
And its behind
And back
Together in its
Beauty

My
How ancient
The picture grows
When it first begins
Tomorrow
And, now
On this day
Begins to hang
On a wall