Joinery – rooted in harmony

The cut deepens, the wood hardens like a man’s heart and resists

My wrists now tensing and muscle hardened to the challenge

In the moment of turmoil I strive for peace and ask again which way to go

My chisel’s cutting edge sheers the fibre beyond my gaze,

I feel the cut, resistance leaves and peace quietly returns

As the deer drops to the water’s edge and drinks

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