Putting our Heads Together

Putting our Heads Together
I don't think he sees me

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The "Bee"

Jugs are impressions
On story and history
In tales told through
Fiction, religion, rebellion

East Indian girl-child
On path from well
Jug perched on head
Smile perched on lips

Humble jug of water
Summoned by Mary
Transfigured by Christ
Becoming celebratory wine

Earthen jugs in chambers
Beneath sand and sandstone
Hard shell for soft organs
Held safe to meet gods

Jugs rustic and corked
In trunks of fast cars
Down dirt back roads
Unstoppable untaxable lightening

Jugs hold things precious
And items odd
Hold meaning for some
Sometimes no meaning at all

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