Machinery

By Steve Cavin

Who drives the car?

Who sweeps the floor?

Who plays the guitar?

Who opens the door?


Air-conditioner, or a shady tree.

Water pipes, or a river flowing.

The radio, or songs for free.

A motorcar, or bare feet going.


Turn off your stove, and light a fire.

Turn off your television, and tell a story.

Turn off your lamp, and the moon admire.

Turn on your brain, and take inventory!


Drop the fence, and share the land.

Drop the law, and trust what's good.

Take hold now of my outstretched hand.

Take what you need, not what you could.


Keep what doesn't run away.

Accept what comes without a price.

Trust what they do, not what they say.

Take it all, not just a slice.