Maturing by Pooke

The writing below is from “Everything Starts in the Journey” available HERE.

He flung a Robin’s egg into orbit

It went in a circuit through arid places

Dark and damp places

It passed through the flares of the sun

And darted around and about multiple meteorites

Yet, in all this, His eyes followed it

His hands sheltered it and guided it

Until it came back to rest

In its own nest: Constructed of twigs, hay, leaves

And the down feathers

Nestled on the mouth of an earthenware vessel

In the back of the potters shed.

*Original artwork by Charles Oke