I dropped my favorite cup today.
The one I use each day for tea.
It looked OK,
But now it's leaving
not yet pooling up.
But leaving footprints, nonetheless,
clear evidence of one thin crack
that will, as all cracks do,
I made this cup myself,
I sliced it from its cool damp pug.
I wedged it on the canvas, then,
I fought the wheel for it's existence.
to be completely truthful,
by the time the kiln was emptied,
meant to be a
it had shrunk,
to 2 cup status.
I liked the glazes.
began it's long career.
Holding beverage all day long.
Held itself from dawn to dusk.
Maybe comfort went both ways.
the crack and soon the holes.
What will be it's next adventure?
I can wait, I am not rushing.
I've no need of something different.
Let me hold it while I can
and then I'll set it free.