I’m trying to catch up on all the work I didn’t do during National Poetry Writing Month, but I found it hard to resist the Read Write Poem wordle prompt this week. It’s a pretty rough attempt that has not faced much reflection or revision. Now back to working in the garden. 
I gather the granular
sediment excreted
from cracks
in time.
If I were a potter,
I’d slap it
onto a spinning wheel,
punch the center
and carve a round
bowl.
I’d glaze it
in scorching reds
and oranges and declare
it finished.
I’d display it in a museum,
erect a fence
and post a
guard so no one
could ever touch it
Or change it.
But willful memories
slither away
like sand on a jetty.
Rain and gray
winter ocean pound
day after day, roll and
tumble them
into a sublime mosaic
under the waves.
Wonderfully written. Loved the last stanza!
Great job using these words! I like the contrast of the bowl in the museum and the mosaic under the waves.
I love this!
Thanks for your comment, Silver Fox.