“Meditation” or “The Inner Life”
~after the sculpture by Auguste Rodin (1840--1917)
Pale stone.
It has nothing to do with loneliness.
It curves into itself
in order to discover the world.
Perched stone.
Like something shot out of a canon,
it travels beyond the eyes,
enlightening the imagination.
Its pose and poise remind one of infancy:
being calmly held by a guardian.
Or is it the womb it brings to mind?--
that life before regret, before sorrow.
Austin Alexis