Bowl by Inge Roberts

Poem by Judith Adams

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Winnie the Pooh Bowl

Round about and round about and
round about we go in the watery 

bowl of the womb for birth of a
good journey, a wise journey.

In the lifting of our hands we turn the
wheel to hold what nourishes;

the smallest grain of rice,
opulent feast,

digestible and indigestible
spiral of habits.

Lift it like a monk, as a symbol of
acceptance. And like love that defies

gravity, offer it’s complex bounty
to the patient Gods.

Round about and round about
And round about we go.

—Judith Adams, 2013
for the Six Bowls project, Whidbey Island