This page is in process, in time it will hold the poems that inspire movement and creative endeavors at The Watering Can. Here now is a poem written at Chicago’s museum campus when stumbling upon a sculpture by artist Michael Brown of the same name.
Sculpt Me into your inspired clay.
Contain me into your desired display.
Build me into your layered day.
Fold me into your dimensional play.
Sway me into your flowing waves.
Trust me when I have nothing to say.