clay figurines
in a paper bag
forgotten
left
outside for sand to find
and cover
eyes closed
with minds
atom scattered
they wait
to be found
left only with their thoughts
they curse the howling
between their ears
and bend the light
into their hearts
to create the skillful hands
the curious boy and girl
sweep away the sand
the figurines see each other
again
after many lives and many masters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem