Student Potter Poem by Chris Lane

The student potter molds clay with ever loving kindness
And from the lump of formless mass arises
A vessel full of the students love.
Each finger has caressed this upwards moving spiral
True to the test of fire this vessel stood

The master potter with fragile hands
Examines each line made from the student hands
Offers praises, and thus validates the efforts

True to Student is the Master, released the grip the
Vessel slips, to a thousand pieces shatters
True to the Master is the Student
Knowing, it didn't matter.

© Calac.