Poem for My Daughter Turning Thirty-One
- At September 27, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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At your invitation, we visit
the Rothko paintings and
shoulder-by-shoulder stand
18 inches (as instructed) from
the shimmering color canvases
to consider how we might enter in.
Appreciation shifts perception
and together we begin to see
what we had not seen before.
Later, in bright plastic chairs
on the museum lawn, you
remember how I told you
that the word is not the thing itself
and how you looked at the door knob
of the closet in your five-year-old
room and pondered how
this might be true.
Follow David!