The perfect museum

Would have something for everyone.

Through that hall,

Dinosaurs,

50 hands tall.

Oak bones held together by sterling rods

Touching the ceiling.

Through another hall an aquarium.

Golden and rainbow fish

Swimming on a glass ceiling

While little kids line up

To pet stingrays and sharks and starfish

And dolphins flip through the air,

Soaring on wings of water.

Through a third hall,

Photos line the walls,

Pictures of a million different places

And a billion different people

With their lives

And thoughts

On display for everyone to see.

And there are endless more halls

That I won’t name here

For I have not the time or space.

All that matters is

There is something for everyone

And everyone finds something to interest them.

Yet the perfectness of the museum

Comes not from within

But from the front steps,

The little cafe next to the 

Mythology exhibit,

The parking lot with

A rainbow of cars.

The best exhibit isn’t made of glass

Or wood or bones or words.

The best exhibit is made of people.

Families, couples, parents, siblings,

Crowding up the front steps

Through the front doors,

Through the many halls of exhibits.

Lives put on hold

For one day

To explore a world previously

Unknown.

Flowing by

Like a river.

A different exhibit

Every time you visit.