(In Which I Have Substituted) “Poets” for “Stones” by Jeff Tigchelaar

alteration of an artist statement by Ann Kuckelman Cobb;
found, Signs of Life Gallery, Lawrence, Kansas

Before the children of Europe took these hills, the people
who walked here believed poets to be alive
because they carried heat, changed their forms,
and moved if you watched them long enough.
— William Least Heat Moon

We think of poets as being solid, more or less
impervious to external forces, essentially “doing nothing.”
But there is another way to think of poets:
as airy, aware, conscious — as purses
for time. Poets carry
information, patterns
from our ancient past, a secret code
that speaks of the way the world was,
and is.