From the 12 Days of Piximas Series
Day 10/12: "Rough-Hewn Knot"
Amidst the chaos of the world,
I seek solace in the forest's green.
A sculpture stands before me,
A Celtic knot, naive and incomplete.
Its lines and patterns, cracked imperfect,
Weave in and out with rough-hewn grace.
I long to crawl inside its shape and use its ledges,
As my own desk and hiding place.
I feel a raw connection to this sculpture,
As if we share a common fate.
For like it, I am casual and vibrant,
Still trying to make my way.