Before I get started
on all this
I want to offer
a few lines to
those I’ve loved
and those who
may read these
words. I have
four wagon wheels
to begin the work
of rebuilding an old
wooden wagon, completely
ruined and gone
to wreck in the back
yard of this house.
It is of no use
whatsoever, but I
have dreamed and now
possess four massive
wheels good for
nothing else unless the
dream persists. I
have committed to
the dream thus far.
In recognition
of the wheels and
the dream, I
must see it
through. They will
not move or be
admired half so
much for being here
stored in safety,
as they will be mounted
on a fully resurrected
wagon and for this
I commit myself
and them to God,
for God is as much
an antique notion
gone to ruin in
this age as wooden
wheels and all the
careful craftsmanship
given way to ephemerata,
if there is such a
word. I dedicate
these wheels and
with them myself.
Let the good times
roll.
♥