Clay
Cold stuff, clay
in the winter
in the summer, cool.
You get the feel of it
cool or cold
you learn to live with it
you roll it mould it
it obeys and disobeys
your every whim.
You mould one fantasy,
it shifts to a different dream
not what you seemed
to think you wanted.
You're not sure what you want.
You have to change what you want
to what you get.
Then..... the secrets of the kiln,
the enigmas of glazes.
Cold stuff, clay
in the winter
in the summer, cool.
You get the feel of it
cool or cold
you learn to live with it
you roll it mould it
it obeys and disobeys
your every whim.
You mould one fantasy,
it shifts to a different dream
not what you seemed
to think you wanted.
You're not sure what you want.
You have to change what you want
to what you get.
Then..... the secrets of the kiln,
the enigmas of glazes.
