Throwing mud
Making a being
From the clay
The essential element
Of the earth
Shaping with molding hands
A vision
Others cannot see
Until it is done
It is a lonely world
The artist vision
That sees beyond
20/20
The wheels turning
Both in the head
And with the manipulation
The earth showing
Its resistance
Just like
The times
When it pulls down
Creation
But there is a stubborn will
The long-sought perfection
He will never know
But the potter’s fingers
Are much more
Than the critic’s eye
His is the path
To an immortality
None of us
While living
Will ever reach
