Cobbler sits on wooden stool
Kettle hums its copper rule
Quercus leather drinks the balm
Rosa canina calms the palm
Root and sole in steam entwine
Time holds breath on kitchen line
Root and sole in steam entwine
Quiet work makes broken fine
Solanum steam curls through the air
Chamomile scent rises there
Brush strokes follow grain and pore
Earth remembers what was wore
Root and sole in steam entwine
Time holds breath on kitchen line
Root and sole in steam entwine
Quiet work makes broken fine
Tannin scent meets chamomile
Acer shavings pile in aisle
Each crease a map of where he walked
Each stitch a word he never talked
No electric hum no city roar
Just drip and buff and wooden floor
The kettle clicks its task complete
The leather drinks the bitter sweet
Morning light through frosted pane
Catches dust and wax and grain
Boots rest ready by the door
Soles kissed by loam and herb once more
Root and sole in steam entwine
Time holds breath on kitchen line
Root and sole in steam entwine
Quiet work makes broken fine
He speaks to hide in taxonomic tongue
Names the fibers countless strung
Taxus baccata yields its strength
He mends the walk at kitchen length
Root and sole in steam entwine
Time holds breath on kitchen line
Root and sole in steam entwine
Quiet work makes broken fine
Root and sole in steam entwine
Quiet work makes broken fine
Steam drifts slow on iron spout
Boots wait patient by the door
