How he holds that chiselled ware
Brought from the thoughtful corner there

Does not see the semi-circled becoming a no-circled etch in it
When busy with, the mat and its vast fit

How he holds that ware,

Is it the quiet in it or the knowing his quiet by it

The ware from where water is sometimes drunk more than 4 times a day

Reflects, clay, the soul’s inwardness from days’ hard, and etches of time within which that water also changes hue : that ware

How he holds that clay ware………..