Merry
By Steve
As a potter, I’m a better poet
I can throw words all day
I can throw clay only so far
Seemingly always off center
But the wheel has taught me
Something I need to know
What patience and feel can bring
A mistake can turn into beauty
Middling results doesn’t mean a lack
Of effort or time or insight
They simply show limits
Limits that are meant to be explored
Some limits are concrete, impenetrable
Other limits are more porous
Talent can ooze out
In a different direction
Maybe not in clay shapes
Or colors and patterns of those shapes
But from a realization about self
About seeing what could ooze out
As a potter, I am a much better poet
But as a potter I have seen more
Of myself
And other possible paths to travel
(Picture of Merry and Steve at her pottery studio)
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