Someone somewhere long ago
with a pair of hands, a bit of earth
and a thirsty soul, crafted
a beautiful bowl. Just as someone
not so long ago made a buffalo
of chrome, a staircase made
of stone, a cracked egg of dinosaur
and a pendant made of bone.
Just as someone long ago with a fire
in her belly told the story of Kokapelli
and someone somewhere else
inspired someone else
to marry cathedral glass to
the light, the dragon to the kite
the crooked sun
flower vase to the starry starry night.
And someone somewhere else scratched
the image of his lover at the entrance
of a cave, and someone built a labyrinth
and a maze and elsewhere someone else
made of sweet grass, a braid.
All this because
nothing stays the same. All this because
all the world’s a stage.
All this because to make
is to praise.
Here in this place, a toast then,
to the movers and the shakers,
the dancers and the dreamers
the dabblers and the makers, and the universal ways
we rise,
we make, we praise.
—Wendy Videlock
Image from Rawpixel, in the public domain. Image cropped.
