Directions

In the speech of vision,

the abstract artwork,

an iron revelation,

looks both ways.

Reflecting ‘normal’, it decays daily,

the tines sinking, in graduation,

to an earthly hiding place

and the dark oblivion of dirt.

Or, from the dead,

in gradual resurrection

iron leaves its bed of clay

seeking the sun

and the life of light.

Like the stairway to heaven

we can choose light or darkness

for our journeys end.