Stumbling Along the Way
“All I care about is the way. I find it in my craft, that’s all.”
—Ting the Cook
Chuang Tzu, Chapter 3
A quick rush of rainfall. Wind chime songs. Drops cling to a bare branch near the utility lines. A few moments sooner, and those drops cling to me.
thump of the closing door
before the clock chimes
Bloated. Tired. Wrestling with the inevitable return to work — where I can find the way in my craft. If I have the mind to.
the ignored backpack
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photograph by Shyamanta BaruahHire An Editor