What Tracy Found
Just looking at the clay how did she know?
Did something call her by her name or sing?
Some hidden being waiting there below
The smooth and wordless surface of the thing,
To be brought back, to be alive again?
Some hidden likeness to some thing she knew,
Some vision of her past, someone she’d been,
Some truth? It was as if she had seen through
A mirror to a secret world behind
And by a sleight of hand made that world be,
A New World with its treasure still to find,
And so she saw where no one else could see
And moving all the covering dross away
Found Aphrodite in a block of clay.