January Ice

I remember winter thaws

and how the puddles froze back over

ice layers shattering under foot.

Cavities exposed

and me stealing glimpses

while bent on destruction.

A Bit to Drill

It takes a keen hand

to create a piece of anything.

Tools are ready and can be forged

to carve notches on a pine

or bend metal to a form.

What forts aren’t built

what bikes unrepaired

what art unmade

when hands never turn a screw

or join two planks together?

Would-be workshops

serve as contraption collections

yearning for sawdust and lacquer

while virtual worlds grow

in the rooms around them.