Clay: Pottery in the making We are being formed like clay What cycle of the process are you in?

Clay: Pottery in the making If we in our lives are being formed like clay, what cycle of the process are you in? This poem and meditation is on looking at our lives through the metaphor of clay being formed into pottery. In this time of the Covid epidemic, we are all likely in new ways looking for meaning in the longterm and immediate importance of our lives. Holding what is dear, like one holds a cup filled to the brim, what of your life can you honor? Can you look at your life like pottery, by knowing you are a beloved creation? Clay: Pottery in the making We are being formed like clay What cycle of the process are you in? The wet ball? The baking underway? Being formed into perfect imperfection? Glazed? Etched and marked? Wandering where on the wheel? Centered? Off center? Wisely used? Greatly in well-washed daily interaction with human Kind? Broken and thrown back into the pile Shards infiltrating dirt? Lost in billion pieces? Buried in rubbish piles or mosaic walls to be created yet? A treasure under the ground, that Will once found by hands not expecting cause awe in the heart of unknown persons? Wonder to flow over? What is this? A cup? Did it once hold? A cup that overflowed?