Archive for January, 2017


January 20, 2017

My love built for me a gift of levels and measures – 

some antique, some foreign, some mine.

I can inhabit the precision, the delicate balance, the fragile history of each one. I can feel the hands, calloused and careful, that used these and know my hands were among them.

We all build strong things with fragile tools.

And on this birthday of mine, January 20, 2017, I’ll hang it on my wall to remind me that there is a history of building new things out of lost tools. 

That the measurements and balances still matter – will always matter.

And maybe that will be hopeful enough.