Jim and I like to pick up old pieces of furniture,
listening for whispers of what each one was or could be.
We search beyond the scratches, the tired limbs, the cobwebs.
Strong wood—a solid form—lies underneath a rough surface.
We sand it, add new legs,
and then wipe away the dust to see what we have.
It gets messy before it gets pretty.
We stain or paint, finish and buff,
giving each piece new life.
Refinished at last.
It’s like revision,
once we have all the bones of a story in place,
once we have strong wood and a solid form.
We must sand down our works-in-progress and make broken legs sturdy
before we can add the polish.
I’m revising now. I’m eager to see what I’ll have when this very special piece is refinished.
How about you? Where are you in the process?