Figurine

Stand still and watch
your thoughts run.
You were thrown
by the adventure,
like a clay pot,
in the slip-wet fingers
of desire.

Stand still
and study the way of things.
Wince as you let go
of the pain and the object,
laugh
as you take up practice again.

He was running
to curse his landlady
for trying to fit her pot
on his shelf,
and he spent all your energy
on your little clay self.