who knows how tools use us
and to what end? the turmoil of stone
seeks relief in our hand.
the itch it cannot scratch gives the statue
its shape.
we bring our memories to the table. it
feeds others.
everything in this world is difficult but
there are gifts.
the discarded saddle and handlebar
becomes a bull’s head. Picasso’s genius.
even though
the snake, its skin shed, remains
the same. there is music
in the wood before the piano is
made.
the ring of the ax strikes a cord.