Simply What is Left

It seems that I am always experimenting,
trying. Guessing. Tinkering. And
it would be tempting to believe
I am never satisfied.

But somehow, I am. The tinkering
is simply what is left
of a childhood curiosity
that the world almost beat out of me,

But somehow,
never did.

About this poem

I am a tinkerer. And experimenter. Often failing. But now and again….

The picture was taken at the infirmary of the Hancock Shaker Village, in the Berkshires of Massachusetts.

Tom