fun and unimportant

i making a stool
to hold a harmonium
for Sukhawat
Marlie's Indian vocal music teacher

I took an old chicken feeder



undid it



made a stool








had Suhkawat put the last
two screws
in




found it didn't balance




decided to do another one





did




didn't like the first one,
took it apart




and am not(Freudian slip, supposed to say: "now") making
another,

pieces of the old one
and set up
to make two more
one for me,
one for Sukhawat



and this is all fun
and great chance to be present
or be in a froth to "get it done"


and sometimes it works out
and sometimes not

this is fun
this in unimportant


sort of like life
really
though you aren't supposed to say that


and yet
something is important
just not the things
that everyone
gets caught in


and what's left?
what doesn't catch us?

what leaves us free?


ah, good question,
eh?