Shattered Clay, Shining Treasure
by Christel Jeffs
SHATTERED CLAY, SHINING TREASURE
I gather Ebenezers
from rivers
and estuaries,
from ocean edges,
shattered roadsides.
I gather Creation’s rubble,
the stones that speak.
Smooth and firm,
ridged and rippled,
they tell of fallen mountains
and
scraped-out valleys.
They mark time’s passage
by the pummelling of their bodies
from what is beheld
to what can be held
in the palm of my hand.
I place in a clay pot
earth upon earth
and saunter my fingers
through the stones that speak:
the clay keeps shattering,
but the treasure keeps shining.
Belittle not the wild things,
the shrapnel of earth
that lasts.