Man of Wood

I watch you out the window
and the sun shines down on your tanned face
like deep cream coffee in its cup

wondering how the hammer strikes the nail with such ease
and a duster of feathers 
fly through the air 
and land with little or no force
could it be 
for the product of your imagination 
and the intention of your soul 
to find its’ entity

looking up 
you raise your arm 
and wipe the drops of heaven from your face
Only then
to notice me 
I’m watching you 
from an hour glass of time
Imagination takes over soft pine at its best 
and in the interest of mother nature
you find the breeze brings ideas of fresh intent

the chisel strikes a blow 
fiddleheads move in motion
 to music over and over 
and time stands still 
once again for today a note is standing alone
waiting to be discovered
the drama unfolds 
a beautiful melody and a rhythmic wrap 
only for us to hear

surprise unhinges 
and velvet of browns and blondes 
shade the ground where they lay
for today
there is a birth of adventure in seeing a dream 
full of earth and growth
that will live on 
in its own way 
here 
beneath your strong hands 

for tomorrow 
you have sculpted a vision 
of smiles and memories 
from family that know you best 
my man of wood