Yours
Where does it start?
Snake in a bowl
Water turned to stoned
Looming perfection
Heel nipped by the Lesson
Who taught you to grow
To balance it all
with what must be managed in a day
Power in doing
Bi-tidal dreaming
United by the river
Which way flotsam?
In? Out?
Can you stay
Right there
How easy to picture you there
At the beach, at the front, from the side
Your power or mine
Cupped hands holding
smooth stones, water
what can remain
Lose one, build with the other
Tell me big tree
Do you make plans for this water
Gravity curbing all
Communal tension
Each, here
To take, preceding and prefacing
Soul, soil and loam
Ancient Jar
Line of salt
Made, filled
With purpose, sometimes
The story of our fullness is the same as our emptiness
Do you oh jar live within dreams
Clay pondering its palimpsests
Who's turn is it to fill?
Too empty?