I was moulded in a kiln by man in a factory by hand the silica mined from sand
The heat I’m moulded to take my very shape, to float upon the the waves and bound by my rope.
Ah my rope my protector we float together upon the waves working as one to stay afloat.
My purpose to float I will do for man to be thrown and fetched by hand for the catch for another man.
I am not just a float for I will break free and set out upon the sea.
What will my journey be, how far will I journey what will I see, whales, birds, turtles all the creatures of the sea. Read more “The Impossible Float”