I look at the sculpture
still forming but fully
formed and see shifting
resemblances of a former
self but changed somehow
by my own chisel and also
by others that thave chipped
away, sometimes for
the beautiful, sometimes
for the scars that lie
alongside the well-formed
marks, and I am at it
every day, adding in some
clay and taking bits away,
and yearning to know
what the sculpture represents
and who it is really for.

2/9/2023