sitting

sitting outside the museum
on a park bench
a mother and a daughter
they watch the people
the people that come and go

they talk sometimes
when they see a man with a funny hat
or a woman with a pretty dress
or about the art that they saw inside
about the beautiful pictures

so much there is that the little girl does not ask
so many things she burns to know
like why some pictures looked nothing like the world
some worse, some better,
and why so many seemed so sad

the people walking by
they remind her of the pictures
of the broken man and his guitar
of the girls dancing
of the people on the river-bank

instead the little girl looks at her mother
and asks her

mama, if people don't have wings how can they fly

and her mother thinks and she says

not everyone needs wings to fly baby
some people live their lives without ever feeling the ground