i take out the bowl
you found last year
in a distant alleyway
while you were on one
of your wanderings,
off the beaten path
in a laneway seeping
with the rich scents
of lavender lilac.
it was meant for the garbage.

i place it on my desk
and ponder over it.

the inscription at the bottom
reads Maya 94-
perhaps the signature of a child,
unmistakeable energy of an older soul.

it is quite the large sized
glazed ceramic bowl,
cracked at the top-
a chip of uneven beauty.

i think of the processes of
shaping, decorating, firing
and the energy of all of this.

the royal blue glaze stands out
underneath several top glazes.
the designs at the bottom,
a spider web of thin deep black lines,
spread out flowing with
floral vinelike moving twirls,
forming a circular maze of energy.

the longer you look
the more you see-
symbols of the future,
destiny, opposites,
the forever present.

The sides are fresh green turquoise
with many small knicks-
a story of
the artists journey with her hands.

i think of all this
yet
behind and beyond everything,
in and out of the noise
and in between the constant
search for the quietude I seek-
i can think
only
of you.

------- Author's Notes -------

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