Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

Clanking steel on steel echoes through the empty studio.

Shards cascade down and ricochet across the floor.

The taste of rock dust fills my mouth and coats my lungs

Straining with primal power, it yields.

With each blow of the hammer to chisel,

the block transforms before my eyes.

Emerging from the stone,

a figure struggling to be free.

Alone at midnight, I straddle not one world but two—

A world unchanging, set in stone forever and a day.

The other where stone turns to clay

in a wonderland of play.