Those bones first pulverized and burned
blue-white, mixed strong then recalcined;
kiln fired, then cooled moon-white when turned.
Emerging purified, refined,
the artist finely paints with glaze.
Each stroke dissolved to mere outlines,
Her hands create designs through haze.
My bones may frame my current home,
provide my ark to glide through time;
I’m spun then cooled to learn alone,
perhaps become a paradigm.
My journey forms a path unique;
each chance encounter realigns
the course that I was born to seek.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 8/28/2012 * All Rights Reserved