Analysis of Handicraft

Here is an art,
a pattern;
sunken eyes glowing with wisdom from deep beneath
feathers  shiny and as white as kans flower
tossing in a gentle air..
furrows and wrinkles, the embroideries
skillfully scribbled on the face;
fineries of web and tide.

A frame with dismantled structures
dislocated
deconstructed

terryifying to a juvenile eye.
uncompromising moments
assembling together to form a time within a time

a trail of history left behind,
mystified,
the inevitable.