A hobby is the boy hunched over
his match and Marlboros in back
of the bleachers, trying to belong.
A hobby is a box of crayons
barely used, burnt umber still sharp,
waxy paper unpeeled. Hobbies
fill empty spaces so we can avoid
the important work of boredom.
A hobby ends up at the bottom
of a cardboard box in the attic.
Header photograph © Jason D. Ramsey.