I want to make a special pot of clay
with a long, grooved handle
and a gentle slope to the basin;
with a wide mouth and delicate thickness.
It will be terracotta earth
in color with dark smudges and
yellows from the firing.
This special pot I’ll keep on hand
to catch all my ideas
as they pour out from my mind.
They’ll bounce and shower down;
hopefully, most will stay
in my pot of clay
made especially for them.
I can gather up one
or three at a time and
cuddle them like babies,
smile into their faces,
bring them to life.
My pot of clay made to catch ideas,
beside my bed at night
and on hand through the day.
How I wish-