Fired
like a ball of clay
that we form
into a shape to be born
once moulded, perfected
nothing more interjected
it is time to be fired
placed in the kiln
fired to hold
its form as a code
to withstanding
gagi 04/17/24
Done
Done
unfinished
completion
we often wake up to the reason
for once something is done
it becomes part of what’s spun
into the past
no need to carry on
now weightless
now cast
past
gagi 04/17/24
Choices
Choices
to be
or to detach from
which decisions
to own?
gagi 04/16/24