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Gentle Carpentry

01.18.19 Posted in today's words by

Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “Autumn Observes” (November 2018)

Gentle Carpentry
By Molly Frederick

On the porch steps at twilight, a chilled pilsner
at my side, I sit polishing some small object.
A boat perhaps. Or a black walnut disk.
Possibly a free-form vase I’ve fashioned from
maple, or a small oak frame
completed in days gone by, lacking only
the gliding touch of sand.  

Rolling slowly inside the modeling of my hands,
powdery softness increases.
Studying, shaping form, I remove the extraneous;
sniffing, but also sensing, the fruitedness
within nature’s fragrant designs.
Fathoming small changes, I grow calmer.
In a place where the deeper mysteries of love
and hope, can be touched and turned.
Held intimately—altogether,
inside two warm hands.

2 Responses to “Gentle Carpentry”

  1. Ed Zahniser says:

    A very nice poem to memorialize the death of Mary Oliver yesterday, Thursday January 17! Thanks so much

  2. I believe I had a rocker next to you, admiring your work.

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