THE QUARRY

What if we called the times we’re in a quarry?

And what if this quarry were the place

sculptors came to to find the slab from which

they’d make their next work?

And what if the rock they chose

was the same hulking mass given to Michelangelo,

the mediocre canvas, twice rejected,

from which he made his masterpiece?

What if we are the artists we’re talking about

and the job before us now is to cut away the chaff

from the weighty and confining times we’re in

in order to rescue and reveal what’s most essential?

And since we're calling these times a quarry,

why not also christen what we create, David?