1/24/12

Transformation


I have come to see the statue.
Articles have been written about the statue.
The articles have said many wonderful things about the statue.
No article has yet described the statue.
I have come to see the statue.

I have come to see the statue.
I have come to describe the statue.
It has I-don’t-know-what-to-call-thems.
It stands on these thing-looking things.
Stands is not the right word.
It rests on these stand-looking things.
That’s not quite right, either.
I have come to describe the statue.
I have come to see the statue.

I have come to see the statue.
I have come to make sense of the statue.
The statue is in an open area of the city.
The open area is surrounded by buildings.
Surrounded does not quite do justice to the buildings’ proximity to the statue.
The statue is in a small park next to a parking lot behind a bank.
The bank is I don’t know how many stories full and tall.
The buildings that surround the statue are neither close nor closing in.
The statue does not seem to suffer from claustrophobia.
I cannot look up at the buildings without wanting to fall over.
I have come to make sense of the statue.
I have come to see the statue.

I have come to make sense of the statue.
It is difficult to say whether the statue is big or small.
It is equally difficult to place it somewhere in between.
There is a tree that stands approximately close to the statue.
From further away, the tree is closer than it appears.
I am unclear if this is how mirrors work or not.
From further away, the tree and the statue appear to be the same size.
The tree and the statue are not in fact the same size.
I am unclear if this is how mirrors work or not.
I cannot put my arms around the tree.
I could hug the statue for hours without end.
I am not sure that this helps anything.
I have come to make sense of the statue.

I have come to see the statue.
The statue appears to look back at me.
I assume a bird-like stance, one leg bent crooked behind me.
I think this is a bird-like stance.
I stretch my arms to become wings.
I open my mouth to await food and to sing.
I flap my wings to test the currents.
I lift myself to the top of the tree.
I have a piece of discarded fluff in my mouth.
I begin a nest.
I see an interesting perch on the statue’s extended thing.
I glide from my nest to the extended thing.
I look at the statue
The statue appears to look back at me.
I have come to see the statue.

I have come to describe the statue.
The statue appears to want to hold me.
Appears is to mean from where I sit it looks as if maybe.
Looks as if maybe is plainly less fit than appears.
Seems may more accurately describe appears.
Seems is such an awkward word.
I embrace the stand-looking thing that may be under the statue.
The stand-looking thing is neither warm nor cold.
Neither warm nor cold, the statue seems to embrace me back.
I am comfortable wrapped around what may be under the statue.
The statue has not learned yet how to hold me.
The statue appears to want to hold me.
I have come to describe the statue.

I have come to see the statue.
When no one is watching I will kiss the statue.
If I could I would stay with the statue to keep it from being sad.
I would stay with the statue to also keep me from being sad.
Although I want to describe the lonely slightly out-of-place statue, I have no words to accomplish this want.
Although I have come to describe the lonely slightly out-of-place statue that has no words for what it wants, I cannot make sense of the statue.
Although I cannot make sense of the statue I will think that I can and I will love what I think I can make sense of and I will guard the statue and let it want to hold me.
I will let it want to hold me and when the park changes and becomes what-it-is-not-right-now I will stay with the statue because that is what you do when you love what you think you can make sense of even when you can not.
Make sense of.
When no one is watching I will kiss the statue.
I will come to love the statue.

© 2012 – Mark A. Douglas – All Rights Reserved

No comments:

Post a Comment