Clay Bowl

I am a clay bowl
Tossed
Into the summer wind
Destined to fall
To shatter
Into a thousand
Small shards
Sharp
And edged.

I will settle

Into the good earth
To be discovered
On a distant summer’s day
And they will say
Look what we have discovered!
Proof there were once
People here
Capable of crafting
Elegant bowls
Of kingly purpose!

They cannot see

I was nothing more
Than a clay bowl
A child hurled
Into a summer wind.