so often It seems to me,
that I am so very much whole,
at the same time,
so very incomplete.
Each day I travel from one into the next,
through darkness into light.
I put on my boots,
gather my dogs, and drive across the valley to work.
I like the idea of my self driving to work.
I like the sound and feel of my truck.
I like the way my boots lay on the floor board.
Gwen sitting beside me,
surounded by the clutter of my life.
My St. Joseph Statue,
scraps of paper,
birds nests I have found,
marbles I have found,
my tool bag,
When I am driving in the early morning, I am defined by the day ahead of me.
contained by the labor that is expected of me,
and proud to see it's completion.
Satisfied in a thing well done.