Pottery Wheel

If the clay was smooth,

Your

desires

Could seep through

But bowls, plates, and vases

Could not chip

At your thoughts.

If the clay was smooth,

Toothpicks would serve as utensils

For fine details

Knives would easily trace

Straight lines

Spoons would remove excess.

If the clay was smooth,

You would question

If water seeps out

You would wonder

If by taking the mostly molded cup,

You could stain your white hands.

If by taking a sip,

Do you risk tasting the brown?

If ghosts of past mistakes could fade away,

Rolled into a ball and smoothed out.