THE VASE I WAS MAKING.

THE VASE I WAS MAKING

The sand paper rushes against the slowly

turning vase on the pinwheel that doesn't

run as smoothly as I hoped and I looked outside

and the sky was a little wishy-washy and I felt

like I was at the top of the world.

The world had me by the heels and I couldn't shake

off the feeling that something wasn't right and I looked

in my fridge and there was no food there.

The cupboard was bare as well and I got on my coat

and went into the rain and walked down the street

several blocks to get a whole bunch of food to

eat for the next four days and my mind was not

on food at the moment but what I was going to create next

because creating is all I know even more than food.