Re-creation

I collect it all, keep things neat in little boxes, squares, stacked on shelves partitioned in dresser drawers. Tree matter, sea matter, fallen feathers smooth pebbles, crispy curled crumbling leaves. Kept. I mother my nature, creating new art from found fragments, pilfered pieces of canvas earth. Arrange and replace. I stick fast newly shaped acorn eyes with pointy pinecone teeth and leaf shaped hip curves, cannot leave things as they are, stand back, just look. Believe we’re meant to build.