T H E W A Y T H I N G S A R E

When I am making I cannot keep still.

I must keep moving from piece to piece,

from action to action, my hands, fingers 

and senses mark out time, as they repeat

their motions over and over.

Like a mantra they follow and reaffirm

the evolution of their making.

I must build these structures and fill them out.

To fill them out until they are really full.

Then it is as if they have been brought to the surface.

They are here and take their place in the world of things.

New, unnamed, mysterious, beautiful objects – dispersing

light and casting shadows.

James Burbidge