My eyes trace designs on the vessel
Hands gingerly caress its surface
If I had no sight I would still feel
and sense the one who formed it
who knew well the stretched
wings cutting its smoothness
the distorted figure of nature
The earth rises up to shape it
giving it life and breath
The wrinkled visage knows
smiling at the endless bands of
color, spinning as the planets
"Mother Earth, he says
stands watch over her creation
cupping fruits of harvest in her
arms and this kernel I place
is her desire for longevity"
Only she then, told him when
it was to be returned to the dust
and the life poured from the
crevasse to be felt again only
by the rudeness of my fingertipsCopyright
1991 CARA
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