A Reservoir of Words

Reaching up out of 
nothing
is a hand—
cold, white, forged
from marble.
A massive nest is
disrupting the 
universe
and holding it
all
at once. 

Within this large
embrace are
two figures,
faceless and intertwined.
Their unfinished features
with their
endlessly 
possible outcomes
are embedded 
in this hopeful stone.
They are a 
work in progress.

Frozen in this stony
moment, they are 
not yet the curse
they are destined to become. 

And the same for the 
mighty hand
which holds them. 
This, the very hand
of God,
protruding up
from the unformed
earth is left
unfinished
by the artist.