sun spun spider's web
potter's wheel
turn turn re
turn moist earth
clay clods cloudy
spin me write a
round, potter's hands
supple swine, calloused clay
she shapes and feels and finely rises
a bowl, an empty cup a jug a
jar, earth clod clay
come, create
come hear fine twisted potted fingers
spin me right right
round
let us entwine and shape
and get lost in
creation's
play.