Twisted fingers stretch
inside the white metal frame,
turning nuts and screws
and parts with odd, exotic names
and then the moment of success,
as the part clicks into place:
a jump and shout of “yes”! –
such joy on the mechanic’s face
I’ve started a part-time job at a community e-bike share, and I am learning the ropes. Yesterday, I shadowed a young bike mechanic as he worked on bikes, observing his perseverance and how every problem was really a puzzle to be solved. I wrote this poem for him.
Peace (and puzzles),
Kevin