Monday, June 17, 2013

Here Is a Statue

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.

1 comment

  1. Hi Hannah,
    This 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.


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