Making a Spoon

I anticipated that creation,

Of an elegant utensil,

Would be difficult.

Molding natures flesh

Into a miniature wood shovel,

To nourish human mouths.

But whittling time away was easy.

The hardest part wasn’t carving

And crafting the shape.

It was sanding.

Sanding had to be done layer by layer

With different grades of paper.

Different amounts of grit were required

to smooth every second of wood.

Making a spoon made me reflect

On making my life.

My life has required me to use

Different amounts of grit

For every new day.