At Nine Oclock

Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection • At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet) We sit in our campesino existence Engaging in tasks that provide Us with livelihood, with purpose, But, what will you be doing? No longer in need of the lamplight We reunite in this belief in time Which allows us to feel the separation Of years, yet links us through the Comprehension of the same concept And to that end counts the minutes Til the end and to the next Moment of connection At 15:59 I sit here ever captivated By the wonder of what you glued do Perpetually at nine o’clock And he endless possibilities I could Perform at the same hour