ICE SCULPTURE

Ice sculpture,

My frozen fingers bear witness -

Our blood types related,

Static, in conjectured veins,

We stare woodenly

At the gaping world.

You, they find amazing

Me, amusing.

Our pose of defiance

Elicits quiet laughter,

Frozen respect-seekers

Stuck to the carving pallete.

“In other places I am a god,”

Your words startle me.

In other places I am a person.

Beads of moisture

Trickle down your cracking lips,

“When the temperature changes, I will be gone”

So will I, brother, so will I.

Walking down the canal

Into streams of skating strangers

It’s a different world here

Loneliness in a crowd

The art I have mastered.