I remember talking with my Dad about the people he built houses for. He observed that he didn’t particularly like bidding for jobs, because there were always folks who could under cut him on price and time. But he enjoyed working on a house for someone who wanted a really good house, and chose him because he built really good houses. My brother took over Dad’s business, and he’s like that too.
Perhaps I got some of the family traits here as well.
[ audio: https://soundcloud.com/clark-w-johnson/deadlines ]
sit out front
to goad and irritate
without a goal
I can achieve
by creating a new way of thinking
or several “aha” moments
that transform the ways we see and do things
eliminate common mistakes
and allow beauty
to be revealed
(thanks Dave, for the nudge this month to get another poem out)