THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all,
Then a potters hand on the wheel and his fingers shaping the jug; out of the mud a mouth and a handle;
Slimpsy, loose and ready to fall at a touch, fire plays on it, slow fire coaxing all the water out of the shale mix.
Dipped in glaze more fire plays on it till a molasses lava runs in waves, rises and retreats, a varnish of volcanoes.
Take it now; out of mud now here is a mouth and handle; out of this now mothers will pour milk and maple syrup and cider,
vinegar, apple juice, and sorghum.
There is nothing proud about this; only one out of many; the potters wheel slings them out and the fires harden them
hours and hours thousands and thousands.
Be good to me, put me down easy on the floors of the new concrete houses; I was poured out like a concrete house and
baked in fire too.