The Potter And His Pitcher

By Sushmita Sadhu

Pitcher in the water,

Water in the pitcher,

Water inside out,

She breaks the pitcher, to ease the water into water.

He fires the brown clay in grey kiln,

Shaping it dark and then shaping it darker,

Till it meets his own dark desire.

Centuries erode, I’m incarnate,

A cherished ideal, slaughtered into a thousand.

But I live my Music,

I sing again for the white potter,

Shaping that lump of brown clay.

By Sushmita Sadhu