Clay Of Other Clays Poem by Sarah Mkhonza
Clay Of Other Clays
This clay that holds me,
This mold, this vase too,
So intriguing when I touch
It with a scratch, wishing to
Caress it and tell it that
Ours is a journey of seeking.
This clay that sought me out,
And covered me with velveteen,
To hide my bareness which like
Vapor was unseen like my intuition
Was known only to me.
Together we've walked the earth for
The clay stuck with me, hoping ours
Would be a journey led by the unseeing
Me, to the alter of goodness and beauty.
Oh clay of other clays, how we tripped
While skipping into ditches and
Dongas! How I led us tied together,
A bundle of curiosity that sought
Truth in other galaxies while not
Seeing where the hole is in our path.
The foot which always wishes it had
A nose so it could smell the moss soft
And avoid the sharp edges of rocks
That have sliced us deep bears the scars.
The hands that got burnt when we touched
The untouchables still has the mark of the
Biggest sign of how lost we were on my ring
Finger and my index finger still points at
The eyes that looked at us with love, pity
And disdain.
When the time for promises comes, clay of
Many clays, I will surely hold my hand up
Bible in hand and say, I will never lead us
Astray the way I did on this journey.
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4/26/2024 1:47:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this contemplation, Sarah. There is a duality that we all have. There is a self, an intangible. Then there is a clay that overs us, in some ways defines, becomes the means for those in the world to recognize us....but where is that boundary between body and self? At times, I find myself not so sure which is actually leading the other. Does the clay have a will of its own? And at times that clay can be, often is, something very extrinsic. It might be another person, or an evolving relationship. That clay can come in the form of a favorite piece of clothing, which at times is cherished beyond all that logic demands. It can be a possession, a favourite charm, a piece of jewelry, or a necessity like a helmet, a cast....This one's on my favourites list.