All the wood shavings I threw in the pot with glue;
some glitter and some gravel and I’m
going to make a statue.
I take that mess and put it in the dryer
for weeks and months and years.
All that time I’m thinking to make a statue.
But occasionally I just make little bowls
or I sometimes roll acorns and buttons in
and make doorstops or bookends or pendants.
But the mound I keep cooking for the statue,
keep it rolling in the dryer ’til it’s ready
to take its best shape because
I’m going to make a statue.