What now is merely the alchemy of water and earth
Wet, moldable, and foldable earth
Will soon be a vessel for daily rebirth
Inside this ball of terracotta clay
Lives mornings of sacred ceremony awaiting new days
With a little pinching and smoothing
More water here, Ironing the cracks there
Stroke by stroke the bowl is truly moving.
Only in time, with focus and patience
She is breathed and sh...
