The one for the time-being

I have all of these goofy spoons lying around the place like some lazy slobs of last lingerers of some forgotten party.  They're looking relaxed, easeful in their lack of any seeming need to do anything even close anything that would have some hint of that reek of practicality that most of the "other" spoons tend to effuse... 

And there's this one particular one that's doing more "just being" than the others, just being what it is, there to be seen, gazed upon, left to be where it rests in all of its purposeless glory.  It's the one my eyes catch most of the time.  Or is it the other way around, this curved carved solidity catching my eyes like my eyes are intrigued with this sense of just being, like some allegory of some exemplary case of what Plato pinned as the imitators of imitators, the artists who mimic what has been created by the craftsmen who have themselves imitated what, essentially, God had already crafted... 

So is it that I want to say that I created something that imitates what God created as an "essence of artist"?  Which would be the first imitation, which would make me a craftsman?  Or am I already into the realm of the second sort of imitation, taking up the spoon that has been created from God's idea of spoon-ness that has nevertheless been somehow tossed to the winds of reason and landed as something other-than-practical-tending-spoon? 

It's just there.  It would be so different if it looked like it was waiting to do something more than just be there.  And I had to try - I took it up to see if I could actually use it as a spoon.  I could.