Observing a couple on a day at the museum (a poem)

I spent my free time this weekend binge-watching Louis

Would we be able to do that
if it were us meandering through these rooms
all bare white walls
and absurd objects masquerading as art?

I’d like to think we’d make our way laughing
through the bits that are supposed to be funny
and stare in awe at the sight
of the profane and the profound

Outside, we’d close our eyes
and raise our faces towards the sun
to see the red-orange fields
from behind our eyes

and become one with the sky

(6 September 2015)