never in the hands

 

what’s solid keeps shifting,

a kind of slow slide

beneath the day’s footing—

 

a small body of water

giving way to something larger

held just past the edge

of keeping it together—

 

and still the errands call,

each list a small task

to steady the shake

that never shows in the hands

 
 
 
 
 
 
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