“It’s called Bone China”, she said…
almost see-through it was so thin, I was scared to pick it up.
The saucers were filled right to the virtuous edge
dynamic tension mixed with cold
slowing the molasses inside from slipping over.
“Pick it up”, she said,
as I stared at the tiny plates, painted with gold
dark and fragile against the snow.
Crystals of ice, hard and yielding.
“Pour it out,” she replied.
Instantly, I thought I knew the lesson.
“Is this about patience? Is that why we are out here in the cold with these
special little plates I’m not allowed to touch, when in the house?”
“No.” she said.
“This is life. Fragile yet enduring. Hard yet yielding.
The pouring is about life, my darling. This is life,
accepting the struggle to pour molasses on a January heart.”
artwork: Atomic Age HA! 2010 mixed media (sold)