Sunday 27 March 2011

I will make pots


ombligo
the centre
la centre 

the dance
the flame
the corpse
those who are left behind 
the light
la luz
lumiere

                                                sunrise, daylight
morning, motion
movement, turning
the world

keeps turning
                                                magic
                       continues
time unfolds
the moon
the stars
the night sky

quiet
  
                         shadows cast as the
sun
sets

                         dramatic colors as the day
unwinds

cools down
  
descent of sun
rise of moon

                        nocturne

                         creatures are about
birds sleep

owls and bats
keep each other company


The seasons are changing again
Nostalgia is all about
The stars are brighter
Colors sharper


I’m hungry
J’ai fiaim
Tengo hambre

No se por qué

Don’t know anything

The world keeps stopping

                                          I only notice at the pauses

In between

love continues


fire
feu
feugo
                                                    sharpness

                                        brightness

                              separation

                                           of vapour and container

pots

I dream                            of pots

                              of clay

                                           of earth

                                                      of glass

                                                                           of holding


I dream of holding

                                                                  I am hungry

                                                           for holding

                                                                    my arms long

                                                            for holding

I will make pots