Woodstar

sculpture by David Gourlay

it has the beauty of a world in space
a curvature of sycamore and oak
in small light triangles

it has the craft of a designing race

a minor cosmos, planets round a sun
one world or several

several, several

lines so finely cut, and streaming rays
conjoined in the first matter

it has the first trace and the latest trace

almost evanescent, it hangs in place