Flowers In My Pottery

Our bristles work together and apart

The water that floats us is our milieu
The current that binds us
Is destiny's design
I had no intention
Now I have every intention

I am sticky in the moment

I was sauntering down the street
When her saunter brushed me

I don't even know when the dance began

Effervescent in its harmony

The dance fired the kiln of my soul

I wanted to bake clay

I wanted flowers in my pottery

But I am already blues in the blue

I know the headiness of this

I know the rain drops in the river
I can see her breaking her moorings

I can already see her grace down the river

I know this is just the moment
But the moment is my forever