i build patterns.
from the rough idea thrashing about in my head
to scribbled notes on junk mail envelopes
(or whatever else is handy)
followed by the musical chairs of changing needle sizes and
the flurry of many balls in the air in search of just the ‘right’ one.
in that sense i build.
today i can say
and this
because i did.
my kids build, too.
(legos and clay, duplos and playdough)
today they built with these old wooden beads
that used to be strung to hang curtain-like in a doorway
until the noise and the annoyance of having to pass through to enter that room
(which happened to be my room)
caused me to unstring them.
and i wonder,
when i am still for any space of time
(which has not happened much lately),
what they will build when they are grown.
then i dream of grand things
as i drift off to sleep
in whatever chair i had managed
to plop myself down into.
‘built’ taken from 78:69 in the psalms.