Sculpture Garden

By Mollie Rae Miller

There is a place

An eye in a hurricane

Where there are wooden horses of iron

And flying rabbits on bells

There is a place

Frozen men hide around corners

Some not men at all but robots

There is a place

You can lay under a mind

Or jump and swing on an industrial trapeze

There is a place

Giants of insects that cannot move

And a glass fish on black water

There is a place

Secret tunnels through

Every flower in the world

There is a place

An invisible man sits next to a face

With no head

There is a place

You open a door and enter a rain forest

Wet and green

There is a place

A giant spoon and a cherry without taste

Spouting water a mile high

There is a place

With oblique pyramids and paths

Tall pillars that guard nothing

There is a place

full of objects of stone

and transparent boundaries that

stop sound and reality

There is a place

Where when you walk

Your action is its name.