Here’s my draft for today, Saturday 05.18.19
This is what I think will happen (for AT)
I made this pot for you, hand-built
not thrown mechanically, not on a wheel
The hairline crack came from the firing
the walls too thick, my technique not what it was
I keep the cold at home, air-conditioning I hate
to remind me of winter and the aroma of your overcoat
At times I think I hear your footsteps
nightly on the floor above my bed, patting
Soon, then, I feel your warmth come join me
when then it will cut the cold air in half
Perhaps an email, since I publish that address
everywhere I can to increase the odds
Or a real letter in my mailbox, my address remembered
when I come home, late in the evening, I think
And even if, I know, I stare too much
at the screen on my phone, I do