B is for beautiful

U is for undulate

G is for gorgeous

BUG.

It’s week one of building and

We’ve got the builder’s bug.

Burying galvanized nails

inside wooden fibers.

Stubborn knots disrupt the journey inwards.

Like termites making their way into a wooden plank,

we made our way through the layout.

From side to side, we knelt and felt.

A feeling of connection sprouts: to the motions, to the people, to our common pursuit.

Motions in patterns

of unison

and disarray.

Our collectively-constructed design binding us together.

A cool breeze caresses our skin.

Hammers banging, joists undulating; they bring forth a challenge that pushes us to get creative.

Someone writes “H is for Happy”

and the rest of us follow.

One action leads to the other and before you know it

you’ve got this poem.

Circular saws, Hammers, Indentations.

• Nails
• Overalls
• Sawhorses built by us

Someone yells ”noise!”

And everyone puts on their hearing protection and carries on.

-Manuela Hincapie Vidal