Is
this it, Nigel? I don't know whether my browser's at fault, but I can't see a poem there, just grey space. Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow :-)
I'm returning to the Sculpture Trail to appreciate
this piece. Sorry the poem is short and not very good. I had a hectic day at work, unfortunately.
The Heart of the Stone
I am exposed,
save for the remnants
of my own flesh
beside me,
which shelters only slightly
in this upper world.
He cut an eye
and I observe sideways,
learning seasons, animals,
and trying to belong.
The heat is good,
the cold excruciating;
and the movement of feet
over my smoothness
is ecstasy,
likewise the caresses
around my eye.
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Tomorrow: more art (if time permits).
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