Things are breaking down,
Decomposing and exposing their worth, The value of their component parts. This chemical untethering and weathering Is pungent, gritty, quiet, unhurried; A process natural, rational, and so foreign To the breakneck speed of modernity, With its showiness and curt efficiency; This slow, steady, deliberate work humbles, Discouraging pat responses and deflections About the true substance of things and instead Creates space and time for stillness, for sifting. It is uncomfortable to reveal and relinquish The bits and pieces that have no further use, But to recognize essential things and invest Them in new soil is grace alive in the dirt. Comments are closed.
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