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  Michael Cohen Sculpture
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Change
Carrara statuario marble
29" x 18" x 14"
2001

The wind chants its hymn,
a quiescent stream trickles,
a white worm curls,
tears well up, and dry.
Someone’s breath ceases,
a radio squawks the news,
a heart yearns to love,
the sea churns greens into blues.

Sometimes I wonder
what it is that I know?
Use my head, use my heart?
How far should I go?
Can I trust my senses?
Can I sense what I trust?
Are my words just borders
of my ignorance, made of dust?

I sleep, then awake,
feel happy, then I ache.
I grow still--to find myself
turning on a wheel.
Comes pleasure, comes pain,
the sun shines and it rains.
The white worm curls.
I only know change.