Potter's Dance
Not only do I mold vases and bowls from clay;
I also mold myself.
In a random weekend I jump into a muddy river,
and let nature shape me depending on the thoughts
and dreams I carry. Such things can act as texture on the arms
of the Master Potter.
He's invisible but I've seen beautiful works coming out of the mud;
fresh, inimitable and dazzling.
Some find their hands in publishers hands,
while others give you a grandeur spell. Folklore becomes
part of your life's anthem.
Wind becomes an invisible string of cosmic musical notes.
My friend, a mud-fish can tell you many tales if it could....
Date of Entry: 04/04/2020
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2020
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