One at a Time
The finest exhibits it seems are usually on the topmost floor. 'We have a lift,' a youthful attendant, seeing me struggle up the stairs, says.
After the climb I need a rest but the lure of the art is strong. First his earlier work then his later. (‘It takes a long time to get young,’ Picasso said.)
Later, back home I shuffle through the postcards I bought. Did I really see all these works?
the window ledge orchid
about to blossom
Haiku first published in where silence becomes song, International Haiku Conference Anthology St Albans, 2019.