The Art Museum Excursion
A canvas as wide as my teacher, and taller than still
It swallowed the wall whole,
And barely held still inside the frame,
The belly of a whale with it's arms open wide in welcome
The detailed impressions of people
Sinking into pillowy flesh
Inviting, violent, gentle pinks and red
The blessings in my mouth converted
Into the excited bounce in my stunted legs
My eyes, hungry
A child that probably should not be looking
But entranced nonetheless
Art with impurities, mores and values flayed wide
I cup the feeling in small palms
To carry home with me
To carry for the rest of my life
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2022
|