When “The Potato Eaters” came to town
I got up early to be first in line
To see them, but there wasn’t any line.
I had the painting to myself; alone,
Without a crowd of people pushing me
Along, and docents urging me to walk
A little faster just as though
To linger at the painting was a crime
Or at the very least a waste of time.
But no one was around, and so I stood
And looked and really saw the people there.
I owned the painting for that little while.
But then a group of people came, and I
Was told to move along so they could view
The masterpiece and hear the docent talk
About the use of color and the bold technique.
But did they see what was in front of them
While they were chattering amongst themselves
About their dinner yesterday or what
The options were for eating lunch today?