Missing the Framed  


They hang in the galleries,
The unlimited art museums,
Awaiting your approach,
Your stopping,
Your willingness.

So often,
They patiently bide their time,
Knowing at times
You’re concerned more
With who’s watching you
Taking in the painting,
Watching your illuminated moment
Move toward the frame.

A painting’s nourishment
Comes in many forms.
A child’s giggle.
A lean into the details.
The finding of the viewing bench.
The sit.
The sigh.
The appreciation of the unexplainable.

Your eyes provide the means,
Your imagination the transport,
Your subtle nod,
The reward.

A painting senses well
The containment of joy,
Always aware,
Always with gratitude.

The chaperon of light
Senses how grateful
Your envisioning a brushstroke’s feel,
A layered-color’s purpose,
An artist’s commitment to discovery.

How delicate and fine such moments,
When paintings and enlightenment
Make such private and intimate love,

Framed as one.