Not much in the wood shop this week so rather than more pictures of post holes here is a bit of work-in-progress from my next poetry collection, “Poems, Poetry, and Peanut Butter”:
Life’s waters flow
under the shaky bridge of certainty.
Gazing upstream the endless possibilities
rush down, threatening to burst the banks.
Downstream the water breaks over the rocks,
picking up the clarity of twig, leaf and mud.
The future lost around the bend.
The present foams and froths
as the past crashes into bridge,
strike the anchors of now,
as the river carves a new world.
If you need me – I’ll be out back complaining about my back,