The painted man stands like a statue
in the Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco
immobile for an hour or two
concentration, the center of his gravity
passersby look, for a moment, freeze their strides
a boy approaches, and pinches him
the statue winks, the boy smiles
the passersby resume their destination.
The boy sits focused in his chess game
webs of moves, branching, the center of his mind
a statue, breathing and thinking
and will not wink, shakes hands with smile.
note: I’m playing a lot of chess and reading about tesseract. I could not write a poem.