Ceramic poetry

Wouldn't it be cool if everything was either ceramic or poetry? 

By this I mean that whatever we see during the day is sturdy, shining and useful– something that could both be put on the shelf as an object of beauty and taken down from the shelf to hold water– and that whatever we say or hear during the day, whatever utterance we make, or receive, not only gives pleasure but reveals deeper and deeper meanings each time it is said or heard.

It would be then, were this to ever happen, if everything were to become either ceramic or poetry, that we would finally be reduced to the present, where we said we always wanted to be, until the present would finally become all we have.

 Complimentary baloon in living room,  San Francisco, December 29, 2016. 

Complimentary baloon in living room,  San Francisco, December 29, 2016.