Poetry Review Special Feature: "Twenty" by the Editor

the rock of your life stands before you still rough 

in places deceptively smooth in others 

strong at the base a figure takes 

shape but the final result

 could go in many 

directions as

the chisel

of Time

shapes

and

molds chips

and cuts the

discarded pieces

crumble to sand and

pour into the lower half of

your hourglass the magnificence

of the final product still undetermined

but under the control of your steady hand and eye