Here Is a Statue
The reason you cannot see it is
that it’s made of air,
to look at it you will have to walk
through it.
Come toward my voice, keep going,
does it feel like
the ocean is breathing on you yet.
Now, it is the ocean
that is invisible, the statue is of
the ocean holding you.
Hi Hannah,
ReplyDeleteThis poem works well as a companion to the image. I like them most together, and I always enjoy it when a poem of yours is "inclusive" and an undefined person and/or the reader is addressed by the speaker of the poem.