Iím thinking about Rembrandt
while filing a chainsaw
that used to belong to my neighbor Lloyd Cooley,
a Stihl 017
I got at the yard sale after Lloyd died.
Iím thinking how Rembrandt
over the course of his lifetime created
nearly a hundred self-portraits, and also Iím thinking
how one of those pictures
of everyday life in Holland in the 17th century
a carpenter in his workshop filing a saw.
Some things donít change.
Itís late October. Time to reconsider
everything. With each stroke of the file I can feel
steel biting steel,
leaving each tooth with a razor sharp edge.