The Technicians Work in the Closet

The technicians work in the closet

By David Smith May 25, 2016

 

The minute details as wires connect,

Placed in holders and then reset

The dexterity of the fingers

Coordination with the eyes

It’s those motor skills, the dexterity, to summarize

 

To always practice and fine tune the trade

Through awkward moments we have it made

Learning the trade through hick ups and slips

Back to basics to find out what fits

Being mechanical to see the function

That’s the accomplishment to activate the junction

 

Two spools on the roll like candy canes they spin

To go through the floor and underneath they begin

Threading wire is not a simple task

It’s a wire pull, how long it will last

 

Every floor has its challenges, Its obstacles and its trials

The contentious tradesmen plug in all the while

Character building in its finest; as obstacles are gone

What joy, what accomplishment, as new light has shone

 

The conduit is full, wires are tight

From floor to floor they got to get it right

Through the conduit, the passage is slim

Like heavy traffic, it has got to go in

The passage is full, the going is slow

Pulling the wires, the only way to go

 

That is the struggle, and wiring takes time

Patience a virtue, don’t let anxiety climb

All the communication as wire is past

The work of technicians a breakthrough at last

Repeating the process like weaving a rug

The crowding of wires the harder the tug

 

Like playing pool with an extension bit

To keep it straight as a cue ball that is hit

That’s the goal to keep align

As the drill and the bit form an imaginary line

Then to shoot as the trigger is gently pressed

Screws go in, is more than a guess

To keep sockets straight and door jams plumb

Still the drill with the noisy hum

 

Basketball game heard by poet first time on radio

 

Baseball and football and hockey so fine

The first time in history basketball in its prime

To hear it on the radio on a Wednesday night

Hearing the game didn’t sound quite right

Terminology was different

Foster Hewitt was not there

The play-by-play of the game

Nothing to compare

No downs, no bases, no blue line to hear

Yet the dimensions, the vocabulary was something new to fear

It sounds so different, scoring did not make sense

Yet the Raptors were losing, and Toronto was intense

That’s the connection, the radio on full

Hearing Toronto hand how they can pull.

 

Comparing Typist to a Tradesman

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A Sears typewriter, a manual and all

More than a good deal, poetry so tall

To put in a ribbon and type with keys

Just like the tradesmen as they rap tape with ease

It’s all in the fingers to get tape to stick

Using the pliers as motor skills is the trick

 

Pinching those wires with pliers in hand

Shoving in sockets where efficiency stands

Just like a typewriter, where coordination is slow

Watching trades people as they give it a go

 

Seeing similarities from one trade to the next

It’s those motor skills I’m so perplexed

Two different trades to associate with ease

With great flexibility and practice on the keys

The role of a poet where uniqueness is key

And grasping the similarities an enrichment to see

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