He couldn’t say
if it was beautiful or not.
he was a man who knew
how to waste the time given
and this was what mattered.
Got a ticket and went along.
What he saw is what he told
anyone willing to listen his own story.
Two apples, an orange, an onion, and a knife just
near the plate. But no hands, not even a sign
to understand what had arranged the colors
in such an order. Not in his memory either.
So he closed his eyes to search deeper
in space and time...
Then this tune came
filled up all the emptiness available
and he couldn’t see
how the objects were fleeing the frame
knocking softly on his shut eyelids
begging to be let in