Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, April 12, 2012


It could be
or any time:
the Renaissance
the Summer of Love.

There might be
an ox
a crop
a battle
a crossing
a whaler
a mountain

The particulars
don’t matter 

The scene’s
darn near always the same
as long as
two good men
one young, one old
one scrappy, one wise
are there
fixin’ to fix a thing
that’s broken, if
ingenuity allows it.
And it usually won’t
‘cause there’s too much
testosterone at stake.

Somebitch, one will say.
Come on, you little bugger, says the other.
Their hands hard at work. 
That’s not right!
 It is right!
No it’s not - its floppin' around like a fish!
And this makes no sense
since they aren’t even fishing.
Try it my way!
Nope, nothin’ doin’.

Working together is not an option.
And that seems to be the point
more than the fixing itself.
Each man must do it
whatever the it is
his own way
and hold steadfast
to that firm ground.

All seems lost
until it happens:


That magical, musical sound
like the plink of a harp
that a thing makes
despite the commotion
ego and efforting are also making
that tells us, ever so gently and simply:
all is right with the world again.

Neither man knows though
where this clink came from
or exactly how it got there
or which one of them 
brought it about.

What they know is
a thing has found its mate
a gizmos’s in its groove again
a problem’s solved
and this 
they can rally around.

Even if
they are
in a garage
in Pleasant Hill, CA
and the hood and windshield
of a friend’s girlfriend’s car
is between them.

Yes, that little clink
was all it took
for these good men
to end up on the same side
feeling pleased and proud of their work
as if they had just fashioned an angel
with its first set of wings
instead of arming a ‘97 Buick
with a used pair of wiper blades.


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