Carpenter of the Sun

My child goes forth to fix the sun,

a hammer in his hand and a pocketful of nails.

Nobody else has noticed the crack.

Twilight breaks on the kitchen floor.

His hands clip and hammer the air.

He pulls something out,

something small, like a bad tooth,

and he puts something back,

and the kitchen is full of peace.

All this is done very quietly,

without payment or promises.