SAGE COMME UNE IMAGE

Sarah Puyatier

You say I’m like a picture:
quiet, still and good.
Hung up to be admired from afar,
I collect dust on the wall.
Doomed to immutability,
I am stuck.
Only to be interpreted by critics,
talked about and never with.
You showcase me with pride,
a prized possession
you think you understand.

I am silenced, furious, indifferent –
then Mona Lisa’s knowing smile.
This image is just a frame of me
captured in dimmed light.
So I walk along, moving in 3D,
and laugh at the critic’s eye.