How they came to be there
I did not really know . . .
Perhaps a careless moment
Years ago.

But I could see they fit together
To form a lotus flower;
So I gathered them up all eagerly,
Caught by their power.

For hours I cleaned and fit and glued . . .
But no matter how I tried
The bowl would never be the same
Nor yet retain the beauty it implied

When mystery and dreams
Surrounded it within the ground
And reality had not been found.