Poem for Today

Drilling holes in berry bowls
Is my idea of fun.
I drill them by the dozen
Until the job is done.

Mixing glazes
My spirit raises
Even when it rains.
I scoop the copper
From the hopper
And ponder things arcane.

The wheel it turns;
I spin out urns
For beloved pets.
Next come mugs
and little jugs
to hold your dark secrets.

Perhaps a potter shouldn't try
to spin out words of rhyme;
My mind, it works in funny ways
while my hands work overtime.