st. cecilia is in the woodshed

i’m in the woodshed

haven’t visited for several years now –

been busy with bodies and babies, that instant high in the moment of birth

now st. cecilia, goddess of music, is tapping her foot impatiently

i’ve missed the feeling of her pine shavings under my feet

and the way she giggles at the sound of my fingertip stopping up a pipe to form a perfect note

now,

everything i need is here –

quiet, cork grease, olive oil, string and beeswax for my one threaded tenon, cotton, metronome, water, my hands

so we begin again

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