Art Is Long, Time Is--
Art is Long; Time is...
Art is longer than a heart-beat,
time is shorter than a hand-shake.
David's maker, Michelangelo, made
him taller than a mortal man—
stretching out proportions,
choosing marble of heroic flaw
before his chisel ever
made a mark.
The chosen youth so calm and
self-contained; his fingers gently
cup the stone arrested
by his hip.
Constructed with less care from
common clay, we who gather close to
David's knee, gaze upward at the
sky-crowned youth, his snowy
mute perfection frozen.
Our tiny cameras freeze the stone
forever poised to throw
toward fated death.
Returning here again to Florence
stones, aged by many summers more,
David's stone remains unthrown.
its arc a future still postponed.
Peggy Brightman (c) 2017
Copyright © Peggy Brightman | Year Posted 2018
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