Nov 24

guilt to grit (slow)


gliding in a hand gesture
guilt to grit

right to left in the air
but making an imaginary sound
the kind we both hear

where you are you hear the other hand clap
I’m vertical but curved in a predictable slump

the little problems we solve all day disappear
and turn into money

it is time to be slow
to float and glow
where hands in movement

measure the weight and breath of time