Pottery Mud

As long as this day has been,

it has rained onto seasonal

grasses and onto the homes

of all our constituents as if

the water is trying to wash us

away or at least cleanse us

from all our wrong doing,

before the mud is made and

more pottery must be sold;

at the doors of the wicked, we

sit in the rain waiting for a

slice of salvation that never

seems to arrive when expected

and we never seem to learn

that which we have forgotten

since the deluge no longer

represents our timely rebirth.

18Sept16