Ignorance

I look at a piece of art

To which I cannot relate.

No, This is not a new feeling.

It happens whenever I open my eyes.

There are pieces of mirrors,

Notes on Chinese fortune cookie size paper

On a wall hanging that is without shape,

Embedded with 100 soda bottle caps.

I like the effect it has on me.

"Silly" is the word that springs to mind,

But I suspect there is more to it,

And as supreme ruler I would demand an explanation.

In a major exhibit at the Guggenheim

I'd be carrying a CD player that tells me all.

Instead I stand and ask the wall

"Why should I think this is good?"

My brain offers assorted responses:

"It exonerates me for standing in this spot so long".

"I like the bottle caps"

"Someone gave this work an award"

I half expect a time will come

When a fully certified attendant

Will point me out and demand

"Bourgeoisie soul, who let you in"?