1157. A Hardware Store As Proof of the Existence of God - Nancy Willard

I praise the brightness of hammers pointing east

like the steel woodpeckers of the future, 

and dozens of hinges opening brass wings,

and six new rakes shyly fanning their toes,

and bins of hooks glittering into bees,

and a rack of wrenches like the long bones of horses,

and mailboxes sowing rows of silver chapels,

and a company of plungers waiting for God

to claim their thin legs in their big shoes

and put them on and walk away laughing.

In a world not perfect but not bad either

let there be glue, glaze, gum, and grabs,

caulk also, and hooks, shackles, cables, and slips, 

and signs so spare a child many read them,

Men, Women, In, Out, No Parking, Beware The Dog.

In the right hands, they can work wonders