Relationships are like clay Relationships are a clay pot. Handfuls of soil, accumulating rainwater and growing lilac and hyacinth bulbs. Sun from above, water inside and growth in the middle. Relationships are a clay pot In cattle they are soft soil At noon they are an oasis And in the evening they are cracks. Relationships are a clay pot, inside warm promises, Cold threats outside And in between the bays of widening cracks. Relationships are like broken pottery, Come night, a tiny kitten will rub against them And here they crumble, Disintegrate at once.