There’s a goddess making pottery in Nelson

There’s a goddess 
making pottery in Nelson -
I remember her dark beauty
flowing across the third floor
when we met
but it is her eyes 
that haunt me now - 
she sees all and takes refuge 
in her pottery wheel
where she makes 
the world anew 

I am unsteady 
at the edge of the void
and everywhere is grim, grim
I do not want to see footage
of politicians promising 
their version of the future 
I do not want to see 
babies dying again
my heart is already 
full of sorrow and terror 
and I think for a moment 
how good it must feel 
to have your hands 
in the earth like the goddess 
making pottery in Nelson 
please - make the world anew

The guru in New York tells me 
that the old is dissolving and 
to disassociate with it all 
but it follows me around 
I trust in the frequency 
picking up speed but
it’s intense down here 
in the eye of the storm
where people hold back waves 
with their empty hands 
and watch the Holy Land
fold into itself again

I grapple with it all
until I float through a cave 
offering little stones
to the divine majesty and
when the divine smiles back
I am still -
the chaos of the world can
spin itself out around me 
as I think of the goddess 
making pottery in Nelson 
an anchor for all of us
making the world anew 

xx