"In the Museum of Modern Art," writes Wendy Barker, "chaos / displays itself tidily. Even the viewers // know the dance: stroll, stop, gaze, whisper. / Stroll, stop." Barker's poems tour an imagined museum, allowing us to observe the observer as she learns to see by means of her own creativity. Perspective is crucial to achieving internal balance — in a painting or a soul. After all, "from the moon, earth is blue."