He stands there as if sealed in time
elegant in his blueness
like a mannequin petite and lovely
like a watchman obsessed
like a warrior poised
eager to consummate the moment
waiting to snatch the passing prey
needing only to massage his hunger
compelled that his calling be satisfied

Likewise I
driven by hungry fires within
watching, waiting
hoping, praying
perusing the silent hand of life in motion
poised to snatch an earthward light
seeking to dress God-thoughts with words
venting expression that truth be known
celebrating eternity clothed in time