by Camille Norvaisas
I believe in carpentry, hammer, nail,
grunting with the heft of old tools and oak.
My gospel is wood dust billowing and
watching it float through a ray of sunlight.
In knowing all that you have created
and destroyed will fall transformed at your feet.
I believe in a strong back, sore muscles,
hard hands sanding rough edges, sweat, splinters,
in the Father’s esoteric wisdom,
His Sunday project, the whole day passing
through your nostrils as the saw blade rings loud
its hymn of second coming, the Abba
with his t-square, level, promise of nirvana
once the last piece of wood is flung.
Camille Norvaisas believes imagery is a funnel by which life’s experiences are filtered into her poetry. Deism was previously published by The Schuylkill Valley Journal and nominated for a Pushcart Prize.