TEN CHARACTERS, HIRSHHORN MUSEUM SPRING 1990, WASHINGTON D.C.
for ilya and emilia kabakov
on a spring day I went to a museum
and found myself at home in the installation
so much so that I did not want to go home
but to live there.
but museums close
and we who are blown like petals to and fro
must situate ourselves in the galleries remembered.
I do remember that day.
I sat in the seat where the man who flew into his picture
floated away where he
once sat every day
waiting for the magisterial hours
and I was feeling there
also capable of anything
pinkly let the cherry tree bloom on the wall
and birdsong ring, echoing in this still place
within a greater stillness lapping the shore
and as if I were visiting relatives
in a careless childhood and could play wherever I wanted
cared for who can say how
but with the stars overhead and no ceilings;
the angels, in my sudden premonition, pantomime
singing of
the way to save N.V.
as if, in all the world,
it only depended on you.
mary angela douglas 10 june 2023
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