Thinking about former days cut
from stone,
sitting in my memory
as installations of the soul.

They sit there as triumphs
hard fought,
and challenges that
seemed like mountains
till I cut them away,
piece by piece,
day by day.

These become my
statues and hewn blocks,
well signed and
crafted with
my mallet,
chisel and edge,
and prominent in the
self I’ve made to
bring out for display
when others ask me
who I am and
what I have done.

 

29/5/2023