AND BITS OF CLAY
you would have learned all there is to learn:
To own and control, Damyata. Therefore,
like the mother suckles her infant. Give.
like the raindrops nourish but will not sting.
irreducible hurts to weary hearts that care.
Let it come! Let all desires fill our dry vessels.
for the day is always new, the flower lovely.
Does not the potter’s knife need its razor edge
its mouth that lovers may drink to full desire?
it with the cool spring water now welled
the sunlight, defy the anguish. Never say, not yet.
because the leap of faith is never to say Not yet.
Poem Prompt: "Landcape, with Sunlight and Bits of Clay" by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 05-10-11 http://www.vianegativa.us/2011/05/landscape-with-sunlight-and-bits-of-clay/