Good Weathering
From the moment
of my first noticing,
emerge the eyes
of the fixing.
An open gap
between
a slanted roof’s
red-brown shingles
on a wide,
old building.
This hole,
once perceived,
suddenly going
from human
into hammering.
How long
had it been there?
All I know:
from realization
to renovation,
like thunder
from lightning.
No new materials
wanted or required,
the same
red-brown repairing,
and so quickly
ready for more
of what made its
present dignity:
all once
and future weathering.