Even lost we knew our knot

If you search for a full-life lived
avoid making it mostly about you.
(Live outside yourself; live inside a house.)
My father logged the woods and planted seeds;
my mother toiled the world and grew flowers,
not once or twice, but three times:
Billy Karl, Gloria Lee and Harold Art.
We were a knot that became untied
but we mostly always knew our knot.
I don't always know what I am tinkering toward
But I am a tinkerer of words, nails and bailing wire.
I fashion the world that I have known,
mostly in my brain, but always in my heart.
I will always be centered in the knot.