Old Clay Pot
The old clay pot has cracked.
It’s dropped a plate of skin
and shows me
its network of roots in the dirt.
This is what I want to do.
Let fall my shield,
make a window to my tendrils,
allow a view
to my inner workings.
I shall live today transparent
like the old clay pot.
©Susa Silvermarie 2021
Beautiful!!
I love this! And the painting, which you did on my birthday. Happy Birthday to me!
Yes, Happy Birthday to you Lila!