The Invited Guest


                        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”

  1. 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.

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