Storm in my bowl

I am clay, bursting as spring leaf

       Soft buds, pinking rain-grey sky

           One hand is painting red chests of birds

                  While another is counting stars above green-gold trees

                      My eyes imagine what else is there

                        Possibly, impossibly

                   The ember, inside me, glows into tracing

               a pattern - each yes, each no

             another ladder or side street or maybe a bridge

         I am still learning or seeing anew

    Outside this bowl

I am striving to fill from river's thirst

The clay leans into my quiet moments

    & gathers my stormy thoughts 

           Into a shape, a footprint distinct & fresh - 

                Perhaps a fish swimming far & further away-

                         or a blue-lit storm rocketing to the sky

                                I am rolling, eyes shut, rocking to the waves-

Living Clay by Johnson Tsang

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - In answer to Marina's question:  2) What else are you, that no one has seen before?

While I value steadfast & secure family life, I have made some bold choices in the last 9 years of my life.   This included migrating to Canada in my mid-life & starting afresh, & just last month, starting a new job in downtown Toronto.    Also, I am stretching my artistic side, learning poetry & exploring other stuff like  collage, mixed media, etc.   

Thanks for the visit ~