Rodin’s Thinker

His back arched under the burden of thought,
Those powerful arms soften without purpose
So dearly is self-peace in seclusion sought
Far from the physical he cast his distant focus.

His sculpted form will forever hold this thoughtful state
And there in his mind that greatest of all unknowns
Where we too are made to arch under its weight,
And begin to share a crowning thought he thrones.

Our patients lack the eternity to dive beyond contemplation
As our body’s are flawed from immorality’s existence
Yet he draws us to encircle and share his intense expression
And soon find a glimmer of ourselves in his powerful silence.