Old men
their days      Boys
putting together models
of airplanes & racing cars
Buffing out the lacquers
to set the trophies
onto shelves
of dust

One done
buy another
Each year the lenses
get thicker      The hands
tremble more each season
The children still affirm
Does it really matter
if they build
from habit?

At night
in darkness
sleepless     Soldiers
disassembling assembling
their weapons blind-folded
knowing that at the dawn
the enemy will come
All tinkering
then done

“Everything revealed is magical,
splendid in its ordinary shining.” ~ Marge Piercy


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Tinkering

  1. kiwiskan says:

    Love this – ‘Does it really matter if they build from habit?’


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