belov~ed Copper Pot
with Emrie's "tool", for size
a universe within
day revolved around scrubbing Copper Pot. letting copper come through years of heat and weather. it took time and won't go further. this is good. good enough.
and it has to do with that sense of having arrived. with having become what i've been becoming. there is a Calm. No hurry. Time enough. Remembering the pot in the Other Place, on that makeshift adobe grill out Side, on the wood stove In side. Today....Imagining what might happen, Here, next. No hurry. There's time enough. I took her down to B Garden with me. To introduce. Walking back, she rubbed on the mother of pearl button of my dress making an interesting sound. I tapped and then again and again and realized that she is also a kind of musical instrument. Goats liked this.
