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
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