CLAY WOMAN



Sun rises again to sear the desert
The snake evaporates into the shade
Coiling himself among objects he knows not
Only knowing the coolness of the clay
Above him also coils a creature
Not of today, but of the ancients
The water serpent is wrapped around the vessel of its creation
A carved guardian of the liquids within
His creator not the mighty hands of a god
But the delicate touch of a woman
For her day is just to begin
As she sits among her work
And takes into her hands
yet another creation needing to be finished
She examines its contour and shape
Seeing in her mind the patterns of her people
The deer, the lizards, the birds that encircle her thoughts
All a part of the culture she creates today
The legend she may become tomorrow
For her children are all gone to the new ways
And her life must be experienced to be known
The woman's hand quivers as she handles her creation
Looking to the emptiness of the desert
For someone who must come
To experience the encirclement of birds
And let them lead their ways and times
Before the vessel breaks



Jana Drake
5-30-80
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MIDI:
The fabulous midi is composed by �Elan Michaels entitled,
Buffalo Dance and used with his permission.� You may visit his wonderful site HERE.