I like to think she was
discovered (not built), that she lay
in wait
for an excavation
to reveal her azure ceramic.
A miraculous vessel longing
to brim with water.
Yesterday. Smashed raindrops
submerged
and were reborn
as rings within rings
of meniscus
carvings on her
surface.
This morning. She was a mirage of
sun-dazzle
cut diamonds
and mirror shards.
A glimmering treasure oracle.
Tonight. Two voluptuous women
toe-dipped, bounced and
surrendered
within her
illuminated grotto depths
as wanton
waves licked her edges.
But she rests now, weighted
under cover, cloaked.
Vapour and mist
stilled.
The moon constantly
yearning to
embed in her
glass.