THE BLACKSMITH

He didn’t just show up in town one day

and think, “I’ll start a fire and throw some iron in it.”

 

 

The craft was learned by

taking out the ashes,

sweeping the floor,

cleaning the tools,

watching and listening closely.

 

Then, there was a chance to touch iron,

to hold the tongs and the hammer,

and control the fire.

 

There was the ritual of slipping

on the leather apron,

thick and pitted from fire;

of pulling on the gloves,

which, in the beginning,

were a bit too large.

 

As he worked the forge,

He became a forger,

copying the blacksmith’s work.

 

Over time, he came to understand

how to create the right amount of heat,

how far to push the metal,

to create the molten colors just right for

twisting, shaping, pounding.  

 

He didn’t just show up one day,

he showed up every day,

and became a blacksmith.

 

(Life is about forging yourself.

Show up every day.)