States of Poetry - Poems
'The pot I imagine' by Lesley Lebkowicz
by Lesley Lebkowicz •
(first stanza after Rosemary Dobson’s Over the Frontier)
The pot I imagine
is always better
than the one
I make.
But after all these years
my hands are learning
how to work clay
against the turning wheel
how to have it climb its own line.
Done now, I set the finely turned
white porcelain beside
a small stack of
shallow dishes thrown
by an Indian village potter.
Light glows through
the white; sinks into
the terracotta and sleeps.
Lesley Lebkowicz