When the Clay Complies

 

 

Turn

And let the hands

Shape your way

To looking

Around

At their

Own

Pace

 

Pass

By the past

Seas and streams

Where old waves

Returned

 

 

Hear

The promises

You wanted to make

But made them

Only

To yourself

 

Shy

Remain curious

When your turn

Becomes

An unpretentious

 Line

A point

In the present

 

Then

 

Wet

The hands

A finger

At a time

With your forgotten

Last tear

And wipe them

With scar

Tissue

 

And

 

Turn again

That wonderful turn

This time

To shape

The hands you

Hold

With the colours

Of promises

That since

Found their

Seas and streams

Before

Sunrise

 

September 15, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026

 

Photo I took In Baltimore Harbor with 1955 Fed-2 camera and Industar-22 lens