Craft

Honing, crafting,
the woodcarver sits as stone
and, whittling, smooth shapes
emerge from the wooden depths.
I want to be him
in my own way.
I wish I had the patience
to sit and craft
and hone and perfect
and let the thoughts emerge
from deep in my own
wooden depths.
I wish I could be
the crafter, the master I see
in you.

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