Lines on the Urn

The lines on the urn draw a story,

a story with no time structure.

The lines move forward and backwards,

And wrap the urn interminably.

The lines dance around the urn’s

Surface, at their own pace,

Moving their colors in front of

Our eyes.

They are fine, elegant, lines,

Moving rhythmically around the

Urn. Creating shapes, disappearing,

And then coming back.

The lines separate, and then meet,

Hide, and also surprise.

They move around the urn, like

A timeless entity.

The lines on the urn tell a story,

Of yesteryear times. Times

Long gone, but captured on the

Urns for us.