Hobbyists are not alone
in their gift,
but are a drama—
a full stage front that shows us
the meaning and trial of work
and why we call what
they produce a work.
I had a cousin who carved
all kinds of things in wood—
left me breathless
with his mastery,
making his faces and
horses and ducks
come alive.
The photographer, not Stieglitz,
the painter, not Rembrandt,
the carver, my cousin, not Rodin,
show us a love.
Some top executives,
CEOs included, are naturals,
see their work as art,
as is the hourly—the inventor
on an assembly line gone amok,
who makes the damn thing work.
A teacher somewhere—
Socrates in motion—
gets the dialogue going.

–Allan Cox