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?
Copyright © georgia lackely | Year Posted 2021
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