THE TURNING

 

1.

It wants to rise

and be thrown

into form from formlessness,

from gesture into gesture.

To be a spinning that turns

clay into bowl,

a shape that holds a hollow.

In its presence is my presence,

my fingerprint, my pulse.

 

2.

When I can’t find the words

I turn to figures of speech

like a potter to clay,

to help me shape the thing

I can’t say on my own.

And for that I am grateful

for the turning.

For the turn of a phrase.