it was night when I pulled them out
hours had past since I threw them in to the creek
The tide had gone out and gone out and now it was
coming back in. The moon brought it back in.
They were just jumpers on the bridge.
long white Length of string
Mandala-like surrounds clay
water below Us.
So this was an experimental sketch for class, non-traditional ways to use clay. To clarify, balls of clay were wrapped in squares of muslin, tied with long cord and thrown into the creek as the tide was going out.
When I came back at midnight to pull them out, the moon hadn't risen over the pines outlining the Eastern edge of the marsh. So it was dark. It was so creepy. And heavy...
I half skipped back down the gravel road back to my parents' house. Tip-toed down into the basement and rigged the dripping mass as quickly as I could - my first chance to see what I had been carrying so close to my body on the trip back home from the water.
