Indianapolis Museum of Art exhibit reflection

Alone she sat
in a quiet room
Of periwinkle blue

In the middle stood a lonely bench
Light tan and wrinkled
Beckoning for company

Into the deafening but embracing quiet
She stepped forward to greet the bench
And spent quiet company, sitting atop its
empty surface

Light beech wood floors
Made her feel like the beach
The matted frames matched strarlingly well
The whole room felt too light, too quiet
And the drawings hung like an expectant

Rumbles from the rooms surroind
Echoed in to the quiet nook
And as she gazed around once more
She breathed and sighed
And thanked the bench for its gentle