dreams start
in the dark
reaches of the mind
corners
of the heart
where fingertips trace
outlines of shapes
formations felt
not yet seen

do you remember?

peer back
at the past
with the light
of the present

when you were a blind potter
kneading some dream
in the dark
only sensing
a time
when light
might
illumine
hoping miracles may happen
you were blind
but then…
see

your creation

the one
you
now
hold in your hand