The Professional Tinkerer

Basement full of odds and ends in metal bits and comprehends Glue and gumption, grease and grit born from nimble hands of wit Dimming evening, find him there in the basement, light of care winding ribbon through the glass watching movies from the past Tiny brushes, sticky paint Clock strikes one, it's getting late Dolls in poses, birds in wood whittled and misunderstood Nuts and bolts of stainless steel forming legs and arms so real Skylights etched from glass in lead with words he hears inside his head Beauty that he pours out free stuck inanimate though they be All these hobbies free the mind Tinkerer, you are divine.