Red Clay Brick

I am not a cardboard castle
Taped and glued together
In an imagined world of kings and Lords
Now caught
In a whirlwind
Spattered and torn
When the rain came
And the players stopped playing
I am red clay
brick upon brick upon brick
Mixed and moulded
By the calloused hand of man
With wild water tears
(And shit sometimes)
Fired by the sun
Left to dry on
And kin
to the very earth
That calls ME
Home
Even as I crumble
Weary travelers
Stumble upon me
And take shelter in my shadow
And comfort in my shade.
4/2018