Photograph: Paolo Mussat Sartor. Poem below is my response to a traveling (one might also say ‘moving’) exhibition: A Beam in Thine Own Eye seen at Museum of Old and New Art, Hobart, Tasmania, Australia.
In 50 year old dreams I remember your eyes: grey as St. Vitus.
One dark touch almost enough: eyes of rough grey stone.
We walked from Prague Castle down to the river Vltava, flowing dark.
Afterwards, you spoke of increased production: eyes of steel.
But I remember your eyes: grey as Vltava.