Instead of Children

Asleep I dream of clay and children

          and not enough time

to show them how to fully open the eyes

          of the hands, the fingers of the eyes.

Awake I dream of clay instead of children

          and not enough time

to fully perform my own concerto, lucid fingers

          bowing from silence

innate melodies of mud and fire into mugs

          that become children.

2021

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