FROZEN HANDS

The hands froze
After the potter
Made earthenware

All was evenly
Spread around
Untill it fell

Vigil was not
So weak
As it seemed

The broken pieces
Lay in
Eternal wait

Once again, rain
Will gurgle down
And wash away undoings

Similarity was
At stake
In bidding adieu

No more hands
Came for the rescue
As the hands was frozen again