carved down to it's basic shape
the extraneous fell away
it became private art on public display
we stand frozen in the gallery
puzzling over all the designs
no longer able to see the frame

those you hold
that warm skin beneath your hand
is an easy anchor to hold
the fast heartbeat of now
and a sure smile
the light shines around that figure
onto you and only exists
because you see it
you smell the birth of a day
every breath chooses how to feel
they're your rocks
and they weigh what you let them