We waited. We always
waited
for him to finish jobs.
No one was allowed to tell
specifically
what they wanted.
No measurements. No descriptions.
Just name it
desk chair shelves cabinet and
show the room. Then
wait.
But when it finally came
desk to write the perfect letter
chair to rest a lover
shelves to hold a life of books
cabinet to secrete the finest brandy
how we touched and touched. Fingers
gliding along surfaces. Palms cradling
corners. Forearms measuring strength.
Lumber brought back to life.
A month before he died
we said beds.
They appeared without wait. Amazed,
we asked.
We thought it a little joke
when he said:
I haven’t much time.
Now sleep:
at desks
on chairs
against shelves
our children in his new beds
and he in cabinet smooth arms of wood.