To Each a Kingdom

Everyday mind moves
matter.  See the hand shade
the eye when thought
becomes too bright,

watch a dream repeat
itself in real life,

bodies of lovers
in arc, the movement
of the lips and mouth,

the furrowed brow
molding the actions
of a child,

a bowed head
mourning the loss
of life.

Rush now, kings
and queens of thought,
reach into the light, your hands
into the darkness,

mold your
lovely kingdoms.

Sculpture by Choi Xoo Ang