God gifted sculptors
With precious clay, jade, marble, ivory, gold,
Stone, bone, wood and bronze,
To immortalize venerated gods,
Preachers and pharaohs,
With rocky mountains on which to sculpt
Great faces that flames won’t engulf.
But they’re nothing compared
To ice crystals on my window pane
With nothing but water droplets
That spread and grow as they landed,
Looking like bone marrow or sponges,
Like fir, spruce, cedar or juniper leaves
Like 900 species of ferns in the tropics
Like the lush canopy of the Amazon
Or curvy scoops of ice cream on your cone
Like tire marks in the snow
Or LRV tracks on the moon.
Like Vincent’s palette of blue and grey
Or great gorges wearing away
Like the Maker’s indecisiveness
And a cause of wild imaginings.
MLJ/21/02/2022
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