At the art museum today,
my daughter and I sat at tables with red
paper and an array of colored pencils in
front of mirrors and drew self-portraits.

When we finished, we added them to a
wall where others had hung theirs.
Faces of people who visited this space
before us we have likely never met and

will likely never meet, but these
imprints of who we are hang
together on the wall, a tapestry of smiles
and braids and earrings, overalls, dresses,

and eyes a spectrum of colors welcoming
other visitors to add a square to this
patchwork picture portraying the power
of those who paused to play for a while.