Egg


The craftsman’s trusted tools
are his own hands: thick and chapped
but nimble as they lay down the stone.
A hundred circles form a vessel for transformation.

His work has brought possibility into being,
completing his half of the ancient pact.
So he places it on the enchanted tongue of the sea
fulfilling the promise embedded in the stone.

And when the transformation comes
it hatches from the rock as the waves take the offering,
engulfing the sculpture in pure blue, repurposing its parts
while the craftsman watches, nodding.

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This free-verse ekphrastic poem is written about a piece by nature artist Andy Goldsworthy. (Submitted to Prime Poetry contest).