Here We Are<\/p>\n
During the last week
\nof November, ladybugs hatch
\nin the eves of the house,
\nhurling themselves against windows
\nand doors, hundreds
\nof festive guests dressed
\nin the red and black of the season.
\nNot unlike this gerbera daisy
\nstill blooming in late November,
\nflexing its scarlet wings beneath
\nthe white eye of morning frost
\nand the sun\u2019s day-glo leaves,
\nwhile the holidays wave their fire-sticks,
\ngloomy personalities looming large,
\nand ghosts from seasons past rise
\nand flap their soiled robes at us all.
\nCurious, isn\u2019t it, how cleverly
\nwe sculpt our lives?
\nAs if chiseling a sculpture from the blue
\nmarble of our thoughts and actions.
\nWe are all sculptors\u2014
\nsome creating a monument to crankiness,
\nothers a masterpiece of joy\u2014
\na confusing task at times,
\nlike trying to unravel the turquoise
\nthread of the meadowlark\u2019s tune.
\nI walk through my days
\nas if at an artist colony, watching
\nthe craftsmen at work\u2014
\nday and night the marble takes shape,
\ndust-flight stinging their nostrils,
\nchisels in hand, tapping diligently
\nyet unaware\u2014we are all
\nsculptors at life.<\/p>\n
–Laura Stamps<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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