She visits the paintings in the art museum,
her imagination diving into the
landscapes and seascapes,
people dancing in a courtyard
or eating lunch in lush gardens.
How lovely to envision herself in these settings:
see clouds arrive over the tops of mountains,
feel the breeze off the ocean,
hear music and the other dancers chatting,
taste triangular sandwiches,
smell the perfume of flowers.
A stroll in the museum offers a variety of fantasies,
frame by frame
old-fashioned and unhurried.
Unlike the sprinting frames of movies
where you vicariously live
as a superhero or spy
or beautiful person falling in love with another beautiful person
or someone who always says the witty thing
that makes everyone else laugh
or the detective who always finds the guilty person
or the unlikely hero who always saves the world.
Here, inside the paintings,
she can be something more nuanced:
herself in a different world,
seeing how it fits.
Le Moulin de la Galette by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1876).