A Sturdy Vessel
“Wedge me, turn me,
roll me around like clay,
before the shaping.
Turn me inside out,
rub my rough leathery skin back in,
back in-to,
the smooth moist darkness.
Folding inwards,
a mediative rhythm,
Slide, tuck, fold.
Slide, tuck, fold.
Slide, tuck, fold.
Round and round,
until the layers give themselves up,
for the sake of a consistency,
a harmony,
a cohesion,
a resonance.
The sweet bonds of intention,
self-love,
sweat,
and aspiration…
Let this raw pliant earth,
be shaped into,
a sturdy vessel.”