A poem

Actively Bored

      This morning a billboard
      asked me to clear my tray,
      think of others.
    

I understood immediately.

      Two walls before the paintings—
      her biography, her house,
      the correct way to feel.
    

I read them.

I glanced at the flowers and trees. The lion stood out a little more.

I left with my son.

National Gallery Singapore · 2026