More Than You Can Do

 

At first, you may think you can do anything,

don’t really need anybody who really knows

how when it’s done right it should be done.

So you get a shovel to dig a hole

except the ground is packed with clay and shale

and more digging’s needed than you can do.

 

You call a guy who digs holes for a living.

He shows up with a big digging machine,

runs it down the flatbed ramp, plays with some

joysticks and pushes pedals just right

for an hour and a half for a perfect hole

four feet deep, 30 ft long and 20 wide.

 

So you read about batter boards, transits,

chalk lines and the like, only discover

building a footer form’s not so easy, either.

You call another man who knows how

to cut, hammer together, and level

2 x 10s for forms, if he had to, in his sleep.

 

Unless you want to mix three cubic yards

of concrete yourself in a teeny wheelbarrow

with a cheap wheel I promise you will go flat, 

its good to have a cement truck driver come

so you only have to almost break your arms

shoveling and smoothing what he brings.

 

Since it’s tough to haul ten tons of cement blocks

in your ‘95 Subaru, you may want the hauler

bring and unload all those bundles on pallets

with a crane right where they are needed,

him tugging levers with a surgeon’s touch.

 

You still think you can do almost anything

by yourself, so you mix mortar and start

lining up and stacking 40-pound blocks

until the guy who really knows how to lay

block stops by, squats, squints, and says

your first row looks like it has scoliosis.

 

Thinking it better to undo what you did

before the mortar sets, the blocks are broken

free, the footers chipped clean, your back is sore

but you start again with the blocks, the mud,

the level, and string line. When you’re seven

courses high on all four sides, it’s time to sigh

and say “I’ve almost figured how to lay block.”

 

Of course, “how to” books make the surface

bonding look simple, but do not mention

when you do it, really do it yourself,

your arm with the trowel and hand with the hod

feel ready to fall off and there’s a hammering

which builds in your chest that begs for a rest.

 

You might figure how to cut sill plates, screw them

to j-bolts but did I mention the digging machine

man must come back and cover up

the conduit lines, drain tile trenches and the rest

and nobody will ever see what you spent and did?

 

At first, you may think you can do anything,

don’t really need anybody who really knows

how when it’s done right it should be done.

But now that you know how little you truly know

and how much the artistry of others is needed,

you are just about ready to build a new thing.

 

                                    –Angus Watkins

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