Not Knowing Exactly

You smile, doing the work. Simple. Straight forward,
glad others have gone before you,
figured it out, paved the way, created the tools.
All you have to do is follow,
do the work. Find your way to the light
not knowing exactly what it is you are making
but certain it will be beautiful.

About this poem

Remember when we all knew what we wanted to be? Now, I am happy with the mysterious ways, and the discovery.

I don’t know if that is maturity, wisdom, or surrender. But it sure is fun.

The picture of the loom was taken at the NY Farm Museum in Cooperstown, NY.

Tom