Stitches from an ardent, bruised heart 

whisper messages

onto clay -my body- 

into cloth -my soul---

Fingers trace fragments of the past,

and weave a contemporary narrative

to remember. 

The clay bends, the thread pulls.

Delicate fiber and fired earth share an intimate dance. 

The vulnerability of cloth,

the fragility of a vessel:

quiet reminders

of my transient existence.