Reclaim, again

Leftover scraps from here

      and then,

dried up casting slip from those bowls
    two years ago.
Bits saved from the bin 

this precious muck has been lying in wait

in a selvaged bucket from the local grocer.

I scoop it out onto the batts,

plaster wicking away the liquid overnight.

Press it to test
- is it ready?

 My finger just clean

     the clay still soft, takes its touch.

Peel it off the plaster,
roll up and cut and then slap back together and again,

and again.

Then start to knead 

    and cut 

count and lose count

start again,

until it becomes a homogeneous new body full of potential.