I once knew a good carpenter
who, with hammer and saw
and wood and file
showed me how to build a chair.
I did and sat on it
and then decided I needed a table.
With hammer and saw
and wood and file,
I built a table and sat at it.
I knew I needed another chair
for an Other to sit on.
So with hammer and saw
and wood and file,
I built it.
I then invited the carpenter
to join me at the table.
We lit a candle and talked
and a new world was born.
How did I know
I first needed to learn
how to build?
2 responses to “The Invited Guest”
I think this is a great poem about our family, like you and Uncle Stan on the farm learning how to build things. But then it kind of sounds like my dad too; but I know you learned how to build stuff out of wood long before he started.
Very childlike and innocent. Lots of visuals here.