He Does Not Know I Watch Him

I love to watch him work

He does not know I watch him
When he works.
Now it is the porch railing
And I sit quietly unseen
Sitting at the window.
His face is a map of emotion
Frustration
Anger
Contentment
Passion
He loves a job done well
And well done
I watch as he caresses the balister
Running his hand down the curves
I remember the same touch
Fingers lingering
Bringing life
Setting free
Simplicity of parts
Into a beautiful whole