my lathe

My grandfather wanted to give me a lathe
that when I was a child I was already old.
And don't think that's why I'm complaining
because it is worth more than any decoration.

With this, he propitiated in me the return
to the very noble office, which is its reflection,
to create russet-colored figures
with the hands as the only outline.

Potter you draw silhouettes:
from the humble wheel your essence is born.
And she'll have your palms full

mud first; and with patience
you will be able to realize, if you respect it,
that this has been the best inheritance.

Julian Ortega Duran,
December 29, 2020.