New Year’s Work

May the new year be a year of work. 

Hour after hour

in the privacy and quietness of my home. Not at the expense of 

but out of desire.

Somehow, making something physical with my hands 

seem better suited for this 

type of continuous tinkering.

At least,

my creation

can be visibly measured.

The tinkering of words is likely 

the least instantly gratifying form of art.

I am not sure why 

I continue to do it.