Enter the Artist

forgotten rooms fill with idle thoughts
of truth
those well intended dreams of sinless lives
and honest ways
collect, pilled high in remote corners
of memory

what can be done with this misshapen journey
this malformed essence of reality?
what artful transformation is possible from
dry clay, broken shards, spilt oils and trampled glass?

enter the artist, joyous in heart
playful in deed and masterful in work
hands gather fragments and shards
knowing only possibility, beginnings
moments of simple grandeur

glass pellets melt, broken clay softens,
molded into a mess, a mass, a un-shaped heap
of lust, love, zest and tenderness,
human thoughts and human deeds
let the creation begin!