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| Monet, as if minding the shop |
I rode the train from Paris to Vernon, then a bicycle to Giverny,
getting lost only once before finding Monet's garden where
and static that I
pedaled up the hill
and found a road
less traveled and yes
yes that made
all the difference
not that the garden
wasn't beautiful and not
that the pond wasn't
everything I'd expected
and that's exactly it
I have learned to prefer the rough beauty of the unkempt,
the disorderly tangle of the untended, home to the unexpected.
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| The great painter was nearly blind when he painted the largest of his famous works. |
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