She spin dark brown clay, forming body and mind into soul
She spin her child into bird and lion and dolphin and mermaid
She then place clay inside her womb and fire it into human,
mixed with everything Earth and sky,
gift wrapped in gold and silver glittered orange box
and purple satin ribbons
She fire arms and legs, limbs strong and supple,
eyes wide and dark, mind sharp and ready
She fire child until colors vibrant and set,
a female child she dreamed of, dreamed day and night,
until the clay find its way into her hands
Then she spin and spin until something form
something for Earth to remember
Until she feel her womb igniting furnace heat,
heat to fire clay, fire night, fire light, fire life
She fire her child into existence, from wanting, from love,
a new creature now landed on Earth
from spaces inside a body fired to create life,
fired to let there be life,
and there was.
