you sat on a bench
with nothing to do
under a sun
that gave you
no excuse to move?
at last able
to scan this painting
you barely live in
always rushing threw it
so quickly the colors blur
and details bend
as it shrinks in your
rear-view mirror
now at rest
it’s the world’s turn
to notice you
perhaps move in closer
to see if something
might be wrong
because of that
serene look
on your face