What I Must Sound Like to God

Here I am

On the shelf

Drying

Cracking

Water might help

Fix what I’m lacking

Here comes the potter

Oh no

Here we go

Back to the wheel

Human play doh

Spinning

In circles

Around and around

Where am I going?

Where am I bound?

Am I a slop bucket?

Or a turkey platter

Maybe a bowl

With an intricate pattern

I think I should help

Put in my two cents

Make me a ...

Oops…hello?

What is this?

I’m back on the shelf

Just like before

Drying

Cracking

Getting so bored

Hello out there...

God?

I’m starting to dry

Water might help

If you don’t mind

Now there’s a moral in all this

A point to this tale

Whether you’re crystal

Or a milk pail

Living life on a shelf

Means there ain’t much to lose

But if you can’t take the wheel

You’ll never be used