A painted bowl
a chronicle of life
a micro-earth
its rim, the horizon
its curved insides
the playground
of animals, humans, insects
one turning into another
men growing fangs
and lizard tails
salamanders who love
like you and I
lines, crisscross, zigzag
spirit paths for shamanic flights…
A painted bowl
– a macro-sky
a deep desire
a pit-stomach cry
of earth convulsed
into life,
like this body
fired by breath?
(This poem is inspired by the painted bowled of the Mimbres Indians, who lived in southwest New Mexico until the 12th century.)
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