Sand In a Bottle Art
into a tiny clear glass bottle,
about the width of a thumb,
through its narrow top,
through a long tapered neck,
he pours fine coloured sand,
from small glass tubes,
quickly shifting from
one colour to another,
the sand just rushes down,
into the bottle to take its place,
as he deftly shakes and moves
guiding a circular shower of sand!
the colours settle down,
a demonstration of precise skill,
a coordination of eye, hand and mind,
of a family tradition and gift,
a proof of what humans can do!
he puts a tiny cork to seal it all!
I look at the bottle he hands me
after dusting of the dust with a cloth,
The bottle now is a work of art,
I see the Syrian sands with palm trees,
three camels with their mounts,
a sunset and a few birds
and my name to sign it of!
his bright eyes look at me
as if to ask if I am pleased,
he shows his fingers to say 5 dinars!
A priceless art, for such a small price!
I give him 10 and hug him
and shake his hand,
hoping some of his skills
on me would rub off!
2nd placement
Podium placing promise(5)
Brian Strand
Written 7/Jan/2021
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