The more refined your concept is,
the more primitive you have to be.”
How sharp are your tools when you need them?
Say, quietly entrancing the fence entrance with
what passes for a common gate. Nicking it open,
peeling it back, paring it down to what’s barely there.
Quietly again, with nothing in it but the time taken
to get it right, doing it so the sweat doesn’t show.
Catching latches. Counting on nothing more or less
than organic permission. Smooth moves suspended
across measured space with just enough weight
to shape the balanced distance. Good carpentry
instead of high architecture: how little do you have
to do to nail it? No more than that.
Clearing away the scaffolding; refusing to let
another agenda intrude. Oh, and plan your hinges:
what you don’t know about what you know best.
No more than this.