i stand mouth gaping wide open -
utter awe; at how you paint worlds
into existence; at how you capture
light and toy with shadow; at the way
an idea hurtles from the abstract and lands
thumping in the concrete – by your hands.
i only have words. and even that
is so much blunt scraping against
stubborn rock, while others thrust
rapier-like, deep into the heart and soul.
they make us bleed. feel. cry,
heaving sobs of disrepair, and we remember
we are only human.
wow