i have never been fully comfortable here
a jigsaw puzzle piece that doesn’t really fit
there is much of life i do not understand
thoughts that remain unresolved in my mind
the death of a friend
the revolutionary who has become a dictator
the elusiveness of peace
the responsibilities of life
the exhaustion that comes with striving to remain faithful
the sadness in your eyes
the memories of past lovers
the distance that remains between us
the dissonance between what is and what might have been
so i return to the space below
walk down the stairs
and step once again into the
familial craft of carpentry
the buzzing thoughts do not go away
yet somehow as the piece comes to light they become a part of its becoming
and there is a comfort in the creation
as the dust of wood the world over covers me in a baptism of mourning and joy.