Living Statue

Dear figurine, always bright,
sits on rails, absorbs day light.
Eyes of stone, beam far away,
blankly stares, thoughts seem to stray.

Mustache and beard, set with grace,
face is carved from time’s embrace.
Curls of hair take a proud stand,
caught in winds from distant lands.

Bridges sway, world spins along,
silence stands where dreams belong.
Inner clocks always recall,
memories that swiftly fall.

Knowledge in his wistful gaze,
hears stories that pass each day.
Motionless he leads life’s race,
endless moments, don’t erase.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 281 March 24, 2025