Isabella Meyn

MUSEUM

 

 

Walking down a

 

crowded street

 

is much like 

 

walking down 

 

a museum hall.

 

 

 

Paintings and

 

statues

 

 never changing

 

(form, figure, shape)

 

were built by an artist

 

for a reason.

 

 

 

In a crowded street,

 

surrounded by people

 

you do not know

 

(from every angle).

 

You see them going about,

 

to different places,

 

routes,

 

for different motives.

 

 

 

You do not know

 

where they are going,

 

what they will do next, 

 

where they will go.

 

 

 

The man next to you,

 

papers almost flying

 

out of his loose grip.

 

 

Running; face an angry red.

 

What he is running for, the

 

motive for his obvious

 

discontent

 

will remain a mystery to you.

 

You only know what you see:

 

He is running, 

 

he looks flushed,

 

and nervous.

 

 

Anything else,

 

you do not know.

 

It is just like looking at paintings.