Clouds enter the room
light on a statue
marble on
a window over sea
coral
beneath the cliff
I carved
an image
of that which I loved
from how my eyes
saw my imagination
a goddess worked
the stone to create
the simulacrum
that emerged
The skies empty,
blue depth, that
mirror
that wouldn't be seen
Nothing had created
the image,
what good was it
from my hands?
I watched outward
over the white paths
that wove upwards,
at her walking
in her true form