Statueless Architecture

by Brenda Hillman

Brenda Hillman

I passed through nature
into the next. Children
running in unsupervised shadows.
Last century’s fountains learning
not to lie. Risk
to identify with only
one element since one
will die but in
the summer air around
each thought, something is
built and avoided. You
go through an arch
and aren’t the arch,
just infinity of form,
curve’s curve of becoming,
a phrase tracking it
to future’s celadon relief.
As others dressed as
others we were supposed
to meet. Citizens walked
here without disappointment, seeing
no statue or palace
with eleven axes, patient
in the mindless heat—

Pieces of Air in the Epic

Last updated December 17, 2022