Wearing Nikes to a museum

Is different to

wearing Nikes in a museum

a conscious effort

to contrast the old

with the new.

It’s like taking a piece

of fruit

into a supermarket.

All the other pieces of fruit

Stacked or mounted on shelves

gaze at the object in your

hand in despair.

Much like a painting looks

At your feet in anguish

The beckoning swoosh

comfortable against the rigid backdrop

Similar to how an old heart

welcomes the cries of a new born baby

as a form of self-expression

a mind full of intrigue

deciphering the colours and shapes

of a once black and White World.

In memory of Virgil Abloh.