Brown clay vessels harden in ovens
Like a goldsmith’s craft.
Hands have carefully crafted me
Browned and pliant.
In magical turning wheels
You can witness my creation,
Bubbling, giving way to
The stunning stately shapes of my sisters.
Pericopes of me
Are from everywhere.
A feather from a robin, an eagle and an owl
Joined my body
In the beginning of Time.
You will never know
When you read from me
But I remember.
Who am I? Just someone bumbling through life.
Discovering, seeking, hoping, listening, learning and writing through my very own unique adventure of life. Thank you for stopping by. – Divya Anne Selvaraj
Just in case you want to get in touch.