Sculptures In the Desert
His life’s creations in the desert rise
Magnificently over sage and sand,
Each one beyond the reach of human eyes,
In lonely, quiet vigil does it stand.
But why must he create his sculptures here
Seen only by the cactus, snakes, and sun?
The answer in his younger days seemed clear,
In latter years that logic comes undone.
“Art justifies itself”, or so he’d say
“I need no human praise to do my best”;
He now believes art should be on display
That others’ lives might be enriched and blest.
So now he humbly builds his statues nearer,
And hopes they’ll serve as prism, lens, and mirror.
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