I re-acquired a sweet
Long forgotten moment
From the past
While moving a twelve foot step ladder
Echoing across an empty concrete floor
In the main space of a vacant 9,000 square foot warehouse
Built in 1940
As a taxi depot...
Later
To become the dispatch
For a Trenton brand
White bread baking company.
I dragged that step ladder
Across the floor
Making a terrific noise
In the building’s emptiness
On March 8th, 2012
While painfully scraping
20+ foot high brick walls
Of their failing paint
Off of moist damp brick clay
With a flat head shovel
To be repainted
For a prospective new tenant.
Out of nowhere
The memory came...
35 years later
From when I helped my father and grandfather
Both
Union carpenters by trade
Working on the side
On their days off.
Building additions
Putting on roofs
Laying foundations
Hammering sheetrock.
I would hand up the nails
Tools
Or climb the ladder
With an electrical cord...
And if I made any loud sound at all
Besides a hammer
The two of them would hush
In unison
“Shhhhhhh....You’ll wake the baby!”
And with a simple drag
Of an aluminum step ladder
I just woke the baby up...