Three Poems

The Figures

The stillness of the wood, the figures formed by hands so still they touched it to be one hand holding one hand, faces without eyes, bodies of wooden stone, so still they will not move from that quiet action ever again. Did the man who made them find a like quiet? In the act of making them it must have been so still he heard the wood and felt it with his hands moving into the forms he has given to them, one by singular one, so quiet, so still.