'Carpentry'
Dreaming is that un/conscious act of resistance That emboldens our reality. When I was still my father's baby I never had the privilege to dream, Because so much of our imaginative spirit was spent trying to fix our family. It isn't by chance that a carpentry metaphor is the well-worn cliche by which we understand good families and good homes. Love is the foundation, And respect is the glue. (We drip flourishes all around us Where honesty would do.) And as men— We tried to mould the contours, to smooth edges And bend beams to our will, but: The dream-maker is free from physics In a way the carpenter isn't. With cracks in your foundation, It's only a matter of time. This is true of dreaming too, and in many ways The carpenter is our most honest dreamer: He measures before he cuts—twice— Rather than cutting first and measuring only after you've awoken. But though he dreams as he builds, even he... Runs up against that curious tendency of reality's tools— They too have dreams, They too have desires, And not every home is right for every taijitu. (Absence is worse than loss because you never develop a frame of reference for understanding the beauty of that which eludes you.)
Love is a necessary thing,
And I am still my father's son;
Searching.
--DM, 4/10/12
