Sculptures Live
by Odin Roark

It stands in a museum
where unlimited art
awaits your approach,
your stopping,
your willingness.

So often,
it patiently bides its time,
knowing frequently
you’re concerned more
with who’s watching you
watching the intricacy of labor
as its illumination
lures you its way.

A sculpture’s nourishment
comes in many forms;
a child’s giggle,
a teen’s lean into the details,
the commitment of the viewing bench.

The sit,
the quiet sigh,
the acceptance of creative enchantment.

Your eyes provide the means,
your imagination the transport,
your subtle nod the reward.

The sculpture knows well
the containment of joy.
Always aware.
Always with gratitude.

The chaperon of light and shadow
senses how grateful your envisioning
of chisel and mallet giving birth,
a representation of life,
a sculptor’s commitment to discovery.