Blue Ceiling

Walking through the museum,


quiet, footsteps echoing,
little voices from a field trip —


whispers of color, hinges, reflection.

We turn and look up.

Above us, the ceiling is vast, blue —


a blue so deep it feels like sky,
but more deliberate, more precise.

Eight figures hover in balance:


circle, trapezoid, parallelogram,
rectangle,

square, triangle,
right triangle —


and the X, drawing us in.

The lights guide the way.


X marks the spot.
But for what?

A question, a thought,
a place to stop and grow.