The Mud of Being
Alice carrying a sculpture of pregnant African women in a circle, dancing.
Necks of Clay
©2013 by Alice Walker
Someone said to me:
Oh, stop that! He has feet
of clay.
This person’s clay
went to the neck.
Can we listen to imperfect
humans?
I’ve always preferred them
myself.
Does this make us mad?
Can we hear our own
small voices
muffled by
the mud
of being:
pleading
for release?
