Potter and Carpenter

A firm handhold and a gentle breath
sends me verily
Unto this dream.

A vagabond cast
Into this modest condition
dancing with serpents, dispirited as I am
molded by the artist's touch.

Take me to wishing well or picking tree
walk with me through the barren wood, Lead me
To a gentle resting place.
And I ask,
Is it all I have to offer?

I build a house to keep you
And give you lamplight
To guide your path.
I toil under burning sun
to bring about you

four walls
four corners
one roof
one family
one carpenter.