Iron is as old

as our planet

and as young

as the smile you get

when you are truly connected.

It is soft and hard

heavy and light

sad and sparky.

Down-to-earth and mystical,

tangible and elusive.

You never know with iron.

But there are those

who forbear knowing,

just humbly hoping

to be present,

in the magic moment,

to release the shape,

tell the tale.

I am one of those,

I make sculptures.