Is it abstract?




Is it abstract?

Is it important?


Questions, many times, asked

of sculptures in the downtown ArtWalk?


With a cry, we enter the world

then smile, come tantrums

we sleep, waking from dreams

to life’s uncertainties.


Stages, we call

or seasons, quantum possibilities.


Some leap, others

with steps delayed,

rare ones like Hukosai

paints views of Mt. Fuji.



One day they will 

sit together, talk

of existential verities

over marshmallows on a stick.