The artist

In the grand scheme of things
           we have come far
and yet we are nowhere
           not even the facts of life
are straight
           and we remain
fodder for time :
           unresolved quests
and ambitions
           beyond our station

What is to be expected
           from mere flesh and blood
entrusted with a single mission
           to love and be loved

So often it is all an act
           and death is an over-
simplification
           On the banks
of the primeval river
           he took clay into his hands
shaped it into the form
           of man and woman
breathed life into his creations
           so that they might live forever

John Lyons