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A simple task. Then another.
Simple tools. Simple steps.
Slow work but if you allow it,

It will become a mantra,
a holy moment. A time
to do one small thing perfectly.

But the odds are we won’t,
prefering to make it complicated
as if we are raised by our ability

to navagate
the unnecessary.

About this poem

About our society. About religion. About anxiety. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village.

Tom