Ceramics

My thumb crushes the soft clay, pushing a single fingerprint into the malleable surface. I take the clay into my hands, rolling it into a ball, methodically wiping the surface with water. I jam my thumb down the center, and I increase the crater, using the tips of my fingers To create a bowl. I wipe away the cracks with water, strengthen the surface with well-placed slivers of clay, Connecting the pieces. The surface becomes as smooth as a glass mirror, And I wonder, As I wash my hands clean, How many of my problems could be fixed with water?