still life?

and so we contemplate
and analyze
follow every line.

we criticize
and ponder
how would you draw this differently?
would you change anything at all?

does the way the light
hits the paper
change the way
the artist intended us to look?

we drink our mochas
and wonder.

and wonder...

the image forever changes
as we imagine everything this piece could be
but at the end of the day
when our cups are empty
and the lights go out
and the sign says 'closed'

it is what it is
and always will be

a sketch pad
a flower pot
and you
and me.