Jack of All

In gardens lush, where flowers bloom,
wistful hands do play.
Cameras snap in light and gloom
to capture life’s array.

The fishing line, casts its charm,
and gentle waters flow.
Rocks and stones and earth’s strong arms,
its secrets softly show.

Aqueducts and machines construct,
purposes unseen.
And bicycle wheels, bringing near,
places blue and green.

Musical chords, painted hues,
and time’s elusive run.
In varied trades, the more they see,
yet called the Masters of None.

...in kitchens bright, great scents ignite
memories long gone...
The dabbler’s work is never complete,
still the Jack is often One.

An illustration and graphic I made together. The image is available as a t-shirt.