Our Teachers, the Potters

Together: incessant the potters mold

Us, clods of clay first dug from earth.

A process replete with change; rebirth-

Oscillate the wheel, change the world.

Their hands methodically vertical-

Flowing, smoothing those to crack,

Straining to influence with chalk.

Our shape, our form, made lexical?

Some to the repercussion bend

Forthwith, for terminus simply gained,

Cast fainéant post years fourfold.

Others tilt, they desire more.

Taking advantage of the potter’s force;

To some day more than water hold.