mother and child
she brings both into being

while thru the glass they watch
they stand and stare
as she smoothes and folds and
creases her clay

her eye intent
upon forms unfound

while outside they parade past
this milk-limbed Venus
still learning to use her hands

an apprentice
she gathers up the brazenness
to sing with silence
while on display

she feels their eyes upon her

and only those accustomed to
the steady patient
crafting time of clay

might see that it is she
now forming

she brings both into being
mother and child