Earthen Jar By David Michael Jackson For Mary Janet Jackson 1950-2006 Oh where do they all go, these specks of sand which the monks have sown so perfectly into art. They go to the same place as this poem, into the earthen jar. Oh my answers are in the art and in the jar, meant to be there or without intent at all, chaos of meaningless occurrence where the laws of physics are god, imperfection, the creator. Oh into the earthen jar then. I will go there with all with Christ with Buddha with Muhammad with Confucius with Abraham with the Great Spirit with the Mother. Into the earthen jar goes the sand. Sweep sweep sweep goes the broom. Sweep sweep sweep I cry out from the jar, "I will wander in the fields and meet my lady with the green eyes there. I will walk with her beside the stream." Copyright © 2011 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved Send private comments to author: dave@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com