Walking through, you too are on display.
All of us, visitors, observing, studying, interpreting
what we see, trying to find meaning
and connection. I quietly study you studying.
And I pencil sketch our life together.
This is the work of darkness – not
just night – but that other lacking time
when light is unseen. It is chiaroscuro.
Without art. Under an arch of lamentation,
these three days have been midnight unmoving.
Oscar-Claude floating somewhere in the late 1800s.
Prolific practitioner en plein-air, painting Giverny lilies.
Sunrise over his home, garden, waterliy pond.
In white suit, under a large skyshade,
cigarette also waiting for a new century.