Pens, Brushes, Action
Instead of molding the mob into snowflakes,
the fingers of art's work gloves pack
the clumps of mud into towers.
The painter and poet in hermitages send
intricate messages about salvation
in sand castles. Even the musician, flexing
his knuckles in a hall's ear, trills the nerves
that sail silence's ocean to islands.
But between life and leather the blueprint's
dream of three-dimensional heaven,
loses the riveters and crane operators
shaping the bulwark and the drawbridge.
The mountain of dirt dries within the kiln
while plot and pail glaze confusion's edifice.