The Ground Feels Warm With Memory

Ceramic glazed slabs. 

Fired at 7 Spot Pottery.

Inspired by my text:

Spaces and places that know nothing of my being

I feel I suddenly know my soul

But the earth does not

It’s fearsome heights

Unforgiving nights

Turns and eclipses

Worn out paths

Hollow trees and subtle breeze

Eyes that appear, not to see but to hear

I am thrown into a depth of feeling

But who’s to receive it?

The ground feels warm with memory

But the sky is ephemeral

Not knowing of my being

Not knowing of the time we spend

Thinking

The analytical rhythm

May not know of my woes

But time feels sudden, transient in flow