Pot

What hand
turned the wheel
threw this pot
shaped the clay?

What eyes
noticed it first
upon the shelf
picked it up?

What heart
fondled the bow
cherished the thought
embraced the gift?

What lives
put it to use
poured the wine
savored the moment?

What hand
moved in anger
threw this pot
shattered the clay?

poem by Mary Havran
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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