Poem: The Work

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The Work

It takes patience.
Focus.
The ability to tap each small hole
in perfect harmony with the rest.

Slow.
Steady
work.

There is no room for distraction.
No room for any thought
but the next tap.
One after the other,
all else pushed to the side,
made to disappear
just long enough
for the next tap of the hammer.

About this poem

The last week or so has been an emotional roller coaster. The details don’t matter as much as the up and downs and ups and downs again. Mixed emotions are exhausting. And that is when you draw on the spirit that feeds you, trusting the future to the moment.

The picture was taken at Hancock Shaker Village.

Tom

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