Man on a Florentine Wall

I almost missed him
--or he almost missed me
Looming and brooding at first sight
A man in a turban wrapped in shadows
Trapped in frame

Hovering in the gloaming
His bronzed right hand hovering like Christ
The left pressed against his heart
He speaks to me--dis-ease
Or could it be resolve or acceptance or surrender

His brow creased in concern
His eyes turned on its side
Where clouds float, still, in a foreboding
sky; heavy, red brocade coat weighs down this (king?)

He in carved shoulders
Hanging curtain
Just above the start
Of where his soul begins.

I share his concern.