The Jar In The Garden Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is earthen
and bound to the emptiness of the air
that fills it,
it contains nothing but to you
it is important,

more important even to the beauty
of my words,
it easily breaks to the pressures of the weathers
on a quick change it may perish
despite this
you claim to love even more its natural fragility

to me this jar had always been a worthless form
a useless shape
yet its curve and its flattened base
have become symbols of your persistence

it is hollow it is plain earth
solidified by an artist
by the gentleness of its hands
by the cruel tests of fire
and by the silence of its years

your love is like it and you are asking me
if it is time for me to forget you

for us to part ways for i have loved the clouds more
the way they float the way they turn blue and then fade away