Poetry

Gormley

As I drive up the road

I see a man on a flat roof

he is like one of those Gormley statures.

He is perfectly still

as he looks out into the distance he does not move at all

could almost be dead

it is like he is looking at this land for the first time

like

it never existed before he got up on that roof

and now he doesn’t want to come down

so

he is turned to stone

When I drive past later

I will see if he is still there looking for something that he will never find.

                                                                     ~ Marc Carver

                                                                         Basingstoke, UK

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