The Potter

And there in a large house

He had made them

Vessels with virtues of measures

on array

He took me then I saw some

For now, later and all time

Howbeit His timing

He asserts posture not of self

but of will.

Tongs in hand, He cooed

Quenching thirsts of curiosity

Of me-- of a people

Trapped in simulations 

'I love them invaluably

but I bear with them'.

Just then, a tap or two

Resuscitated yawns of 

rejuvenation

Bleary-eyed, I rolled

Lo, I had been with the potter.

AUTHOR: Yami Bamgboye