Saturday, March 23, 2019


It is the wear of the world
which makes each thing. This shovel

would not be this shovel but
for the work which shaped it.

That path through the grass would not
be that path but for the feet

which walked it into the earth.
All things come in due time as

we mark them with our touch,
as our insistence rubs them

from the idea of thing
to this very real suchness

now showing in front of us.
It's not the naming them but

the working them which makes them.

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