You were face to face with the painting,
breathing on the wall.
You saw it, recognized it, raised your lens,
looked closely at your screen to check the frame.
But then, your arm still raised, the painting still on
screen
I watched you turn your head – already scanning for the next famous
face.
Your lens looked longer than your two eyes.
When you scroll back to what you took, I wonder what you’ll
see?
A face you’ve seen a hundred
times – yes.
A beautiful mask. But not the painting.
Never the painting, breathing on the wall.
