Newsletter

Clay
Brian Coatney
 
I am clay,
traversed or planted in
the ordinary way.
 
Colors vary,
task to task,
or texture on a given day,
 
but basically,
this is clay.
 
Even when a potter’s fantasy,
it’s dirt,
but oh so rich I always say.
 
Never despise it;
it’s the rudiment of Adam,
putting God on display.
 
Clay is what I am—
as real as toast and jam.
 
BC/9-17-2010

Poems

This site was designed with the
.com
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now