Without Instruction Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

No book to guide, no map to show,
Just a beating heart, and seeds to sow.
We wake and walk, and learn to speak,
A puzzle vast, for us to seek.

The circuits hum, the engine's bright,
We patch and mend, with all our might.
No user guide, no helpful hint,
Just living life, with every glint.

My words take shape, a whispered plea,
A manual built, by you and me.
Through joy and strife, the good and bad,
A story told, both happy, sad.

The gears may grind, or spin with grace,
We find our rhythm, find our place.
Surprise still knocks, a constant guest,
And verses bloom within my breast.

A poet's soul, a human heart,
Just playing my part, right from the start.