Peter Skrzynecki: A Lump of Clay
A Lump of Clay
I brought back a lump of clay
that I dug from the banks
of the Styx River with my hands
for no particular reason—
covered it with a wet rag
and kept it in a bucket under the school
where I was teaching.
Some time later, on impulse,
I took it out into the open—
brought more water, a board to work on
and started to knead and shape it—
turning it, over and over,
until my fingers and hands grew sore.
All that effort of moulding
brought nothing to show that had meaning.
The exercise seemed useless.
The school was in the bush. There was
no one around for miles—
and yet I felt the eyes of the universe
were on me as I continued
to make nothing that made sense
out of a lump of clay.
One attempt appeared
as a figure, half-human, half-fish,
trapped, unable to escape
the waters swirling around it—
another, head turned to one side,
asleep, beneath foliage
that grew out of the clay.
Only when it resembled a skull
did I stop, knowing that I could do no more.
The hours were growing darker and the sun
beginning to set, the clay
in my hands glowing more red than yellow
and the cries of birds more eerie around the school.
I knew what had to be done on the way back
to where I was boarding.
Stopping by the roadside, unwrapping it,
I heaved it as far as I could into the bush,
listening to it thud and roll somewhere down a gully.
I could remember the fear that ran through me
when I looked into the skull’s eye sockets—
but remain puzzled, to this day, as to why I dug it up
from the banks of the Styx in the first place.
Peter Skrzynecki
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