You who have arrived in the flame, tell me your name

there is such a moment in time , having intuited a choice of glass rod,a color who sings from amongst  the teeming crowd  of options -who wants to come forth ! A quiet breath as the flame  hums and the glass enters and bespeaks its new hue and eases itself into a form i might follow, invisible here behind the torch, and the sea appears, liquid light curving and rippling, the curve completes itself and there is suddenly room there on the lip for the tiny dolphins who showed up in my torch last night.. i tweeze them into the outer flame, warming them , moving them closer as the finned sliver heats, then is placed onto the belly of the wave, glowing, now in union, and meld effortlessly into it, at home now.. a slender rod of silvered green  is lifted to the wave and stippled gently tracing the cresting wave, the breaking surf and my work here is done… this little creation is all of its own now, and i release it from its tethering punty, and it slides into the radiant inferno of the kiln, where it will bask and align its new mollecular form, this pendant which can now live forever in this new item.It will whisper its name, teasingly, and i will listen and share it with those who will call this little one their own…i move along the unending sea. listening ,there is suddenly thunder along the ocean … i am called to the shore now, to breathe the incoming storm, letting the chilling wind erase my past… only footsteps, and now those gone….i become the vessel for the next to come. thunder again, lightening in my eyes and a wide grassy prairie in my heart. Unnamed.

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