After running the Google gauntlet
of ‘How To Wax’…a barbour jacket:
Comes the preparation.
The watched saucepan, with its tin wax of full moon,
turning to oyster swirls.
Then a calmness. A soothing focus.
Cotton plains becoming supple valleys under my fingertips.
Repair of scoured areas. Worn shoulder seams,
A saddle for my not so toddler anymore.
Chest pockets mud-marked, his daddy stirrups. Pockets bulging-flecked
with pebbles and and pinecone.
Now coated by a second skin. Sealed. Ready for more.
Copyright Tom Tide 2016