
Inside, the basic tools,
wrenches, pliers and ratchets
under the back seat
to take things apart
and put back together
fixed, or so we hope
when working on ourselves—
but only if we know
how things work.
Inside, the basic tools,
wrenches, pliers and ratchets
under the back seat
to take things apart
and put back together
fixed, or so we hope
when working on ourselves—
but only if we know
how things work.
Posted in Poems 2022
Tagged be prepared, comfort, experience, Good Boy Scout, introspection, master of none, poetry, repairs, self help, tools
Out of the blue
the space between us
rings like a bell
as I become
a curious diversion
for two young bucks
oblivious to the perils
of the outside world
swirling around us all.
How I envy such innocence,
rejuvenated for a moment—
yet I lay down to look
through dry stems of feed,
my horns lost in branches,
almost unseen.