Construction - Arms

Steady your tremors

Calm your nervous hearts

Knit your brows and lie in the dark

With your pile of silent parts

Safe from your worries

Sweating in your coats

You will miss the softness and snow

Or the row of egg-shaped holes

Run your tiny fingers through mild and abiding winter

Everything is strange to me

Your presence gives me cause for concern

Think of your parents

And may they rest in peace

If they were here to see this ungodly mess

It would scare them half to death

This wasn’t what we planned you know

We stay inside on Sunday mornings

Sleeping through construction and

The pounding of the rain