Walk through ruins
antiquities...
The earth underfoot
includes rocks, rubble, and dust,
pebbles and bits of pottery.
Shards of archaic lives.
I reach down
and my finger's flesh feels
the warm porous clay.
I lift it up.
Long ago this fragment
was a whole
hot from the kiln.
Long ago another woman reached
and her finger's flesh felt
the warm porous clay,
held the earth in her hand
a vessel to fill...
as fluid
reflections
flow.
poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab
Published National Library Of Poetry, Anthology- 1992
