Through the Ceramic Curve

A smooth ceramic mug handle arched across the wide planter rim. Stillness. I locked my wide eyes forward. Detour around the curved porcelain loop? Never. I planted my tiny feet into the glaze and leaned my round chest directly into the handle's hollow. Squeak! Tight fit. My green belly compressed against the slick ceramic walls. One sharp shove! Pop! I squeezed clean through to the other side. Perched right on the cool rim edge, the entire stone plaza opens wide below. High panoramic view claimed? Peep!