The world may think I am clay.
To be shaped and formed
Molded to its ideals.
Conform.
Yet, I am stronger than clay.
It may think I am stone.
Heavy enough to throw with accuracy.
To let me drown.
Sink down to its
rivers,
lakes,
oceans,
level.
Yet, I am lighter than stone.
It may think I am cork.
Able to be punctured and poked
with words and assumptions.
Float along traditional paths.
To wield intoxicated dreams
sealed
and
hidden.
Yet, I am sturdier than cork.
I am not clay, stone, nor cork.
I am not material.
I am flesh and feeling.
I am thought and sense.
I am underestimated by the world.
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Giorgos (George) Seferis was the first Greek to win a Nobel Prize in Literature. Background information: -Born in 1900 in Smyrna... -
Here is my Experiment 2, which is to write a children's book. No time to pack. We left with what was on our backs. I carry crayons...
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