Here is my response to Yayoi Kusama’s Yellow Pumpkin in Naoshima. You can see the work here: https://wild-about-travel.com/naoshima-pop-art-yayoi-kusama-yellow-pumpkin/
Waves ripple, lap like a kitten’s tongue
On the shore; the haze of the lake stretches
To a lazy sky, transparent like the laced wings of a moth
Resting in the cool morning sun. A peace extends
Over the silent landscape.
I am anachronistic,
Sitting squatly on the jetty,
Whose warped wood yawns,
Indifferent to my weighty difference.
Dotty, crazy, eccentric:
Accusations slice like a jagged knife
Gouging my soft interior.
There is no place for me.
I am noisy in this quiet land.
I am bright in this muted morning.
I am heavy in this fresh light.
I shuffle to the edge of the earth
And fall into the depths of darkness.