PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The hands that build, mend, write— 
calloused, precise, knowing. 
A maker of what is needed, 
                            when it is needed.

Yet in the quiet of the folding sun, 
the shape of utility wears thin. 
Always prepared, yet never settled.

A servant of all, 
but a master of none— 
except the craft of being unseen.

Was this ever power? 
Or just the art of vanishing— 
leaving traces of work, 
                           but none of self.