Sunday, May 26, 2019
The Brown mug
The Brown Mug
As I contemplate
The brown mug,
,,
That I made some
Sixty years ago,
I feel vertigo -
Stare dizzily
Over life's panorama -
How times' topography
Has deceived us -
By its slow increments,
Time has made
A seamless passage,
Towards today.
Places people, family-
Rainbow bubbles
That hold us, then break -
And yet I remember
As a young man,
Centering the clay
On the spinning wheel -
Feel my fingers forming
The sides of the brown mug.
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