SOME STONES

Some stones are like bones. They like to be warmed by the sun.

Some stones that cover rooftops, they are like fingernails.
They protect from heavy things that may fall on the house.
Trees broken by the wind, space rocks and other heavy things.
The nails on your fingertips, they are meant protect you, from any heavy thing, that could fall on your fingers.

I think.

MOTHER

Sometime in a distant future, you may say; Mother, you are so old and ugly. Then I could say,
When you are twohundred years old, you will be ugly too.

CUP OF YOUR HAND

Imagine the time when the only way to carry things
was in the cup of your hand.

That time.

When you had to cup your hand to carry anything at all.
There were no other way to carry things.

That time.

When you could not say, Socrates URLs
But Socrates, you are elsewhere.

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Some Stones A Collaboration with Emma Papworth.
Graphite drawing, poem, goldpaper, plywood, plaster, textile. Various dimensions.
Poem by Anna Hillbom © 2016