When I was doing it,
I was doing it.
I did not take notes. Why would i?
I was immersed in doing it.
It needed to be done. I was doing it.
I paid little attention to the sensations of doing it,
not the weight of the hammer in my hand,
not the feel of the smooth wooden handle,
not the ding of hammer head against nail,
not the vibrations from the nail through the handle to my hand.
I was in a hurry. I wanted to get it done.
There are no snapshots of my doing it,
no videos, no home movies, no sound recordings.
No one thought of memorializing it.
I didn’t think of memorializing it. .
Twenty-eight years ago I was doing it.
Now I am no no longer doing it,
but I remember.