My father had this odd saying: “I wish I had the bowl.” What, I never knew what he was referring too. The bowl, what bowl? What the heck does that mean. Like most things my father was an enigma. I knew for thirty years and yet I didn’t know him. During my life the bowl as an image and poetry is one recurring theme.

The Bowl

© SB Joy, 2022

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