i'm proud that the seams lined up perfectly
that it looked as beautiful underneath as it did on top
and that we didn't go to sleep until the blanket was done
you used to joke in high school that i was the brains and you were the brawn
and while my brawn is fine and your brains strong
we really do make a fine pair you and i
things have a way of coming out beautifully
whenever we are together.

i'm proud that something i made out of paint and glitter and cardboard
looks like a magical thing
you might find in a hidden toy store
and it might just be the key to a mythical land
as i write this, the light from my desk lamp refects off its back
and i wonder if it might come alive tonight
after i have gone to sleep
i think you would agree

it is both those things
the straight lines
the neatness of the underbelly
and the magic of what i make when i dream
that i am working on now

it is craft
craft
refining
defining
and
finding my craft