The Friction of Symmetry

You find it easy to trust yourself

spoiled by the measure of your gifts.

The wheel spirals from within you,
Your hands caress the clay fearlessly
disdaining its taunts, you partner 

with fire an unforgiving lover.

From the time you were a child
the lesson was instilled, form

follows function. The clay seduced

you, fire seduced the clay. From the
heat emerged grace and beauty,

the essence of your artistry.