Hear the wind hum across the sun baked sand
seas plunge into caves along great cliffs
torn sculptures left within
castles left behind
Hands sore from clay dense with sharp grains of sand
again reach down and lift earth to your breast
throw the clay until it’s round!
throw the clay down!
Wedge it, shape it, never a thought but to make it!
give into the emotion, to feel again its depth
submissive to this love for the earth
love touches, sculptures pure