It occurred to me that what he was doing would make a great community TV program. It is also a metaphor for how we should treat others.
Since I didn't have a camera on me at the time I wrote a poem instead...............
Carpenter
Every now and then
The fuzz clears from the
brain
And you see
Reality
Not the illusion of what is
But the reality of
What is meant to be
It’s in the old wood
And rusty iron
Not just recycled
But reshaped
Not loosing any of the
defects
That make it what it is
Even perhaps gaining some
A hole accidently drilled in
the wrong place
Filled with a spare rusty
bolt
Useless as application
But essential for the nature
Of its existence
The hands of the maker
Glide softly over the
surface
Sanding lightly
Clearcoat only
Anything else would destroy
the patina
Devaluing beyond words
In vain attempt
To make better
Our natural tendency
Is to panel beat the surface
With a blunt hammer
And a coat of shiny paint
As long as it looks
The same as everything else
It’s OK
If you hide what’s
underneath
Maybe like the quantum
It’ll cease to exist
At least for a time
But the inconvenient nature
Of the quantum universe
Ensures that it just
Pops up again
At random
Someware else
It’s much better
To help the ladder
Become the table
That it’s meant to be
Than to force it
To be the shiny
Set of steps
That you want