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Flat

April 2, 2011

(sound of Mike trying to remember login to his own website)

I have this friend Amy who knows that I’m in a bit of a writing slump.  As a fellow writer, one might think that she would encourage me, or give me some space, or inspire me with some of my past inspiration, but one would be wrong.  No, Amy– aka ‘The Velvet Hammer’– is more likely to kick down the door and issue a challenge.  Which she did, in the form of  NaPoWriMo:  a commitment to write 30 poems– good, bad, or indifferent– over the next 30 days.  With little hope that I can deliver, and with even less energy and inspiration, I begin here and now.  Writing, as they say, from where you are.  And where I was today was finishing some drywall in the attic.  It’s a long process of spreading increasingly smooth layers of drywall compound over the seams and patches on the surface, until the work literally disappears.  When it’s finally done, it always seems like magic to me.

Flat

with the stroke of steel
the low spots are raised up
with the scuff of sandpaper
the high spots are made low
the dream coming true
through mess and dust
through damp brow
and bent knee
through light touch
and determination

until the Maker steps back
to see the work
the rough made smooth
the beauty for the ugly
the right for the wrong

and the apprentices gasp
and say,
“how did that happen?”
and
“I can’t remember the old way”
and
“why did it take so long?”
and
‘how did it happen so fast?”
and
“that’s exactly as it should be”

smiling,
the Maker sets down his tools
to dance in delight
at the world made right

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5 Responses to “Flat”

  1. Makeesha says:

    Brilliant as always Mr. Stav

  2. See? I knew you could do it. :-)

  3. Jingle says:

    well done.

    keep it up.

  4. Maddalena says:

    I love it. And I want a “drywall” tag on my blog too.

  5. Heather says:

    Wow, love it.

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