Haibun: Keep Working

In the midst of work, my body begins to slow. I work 6 days a week, my hands have calloused like a bitter man who is still in love with a woman who left him decades ago. My left hand has three distinct ones.

But I know that this is the time to work. My body slows, but it will get slower. I keep telling myself, this is my time to build it, tomorrow will be harder.

To put it off is to live a life flush with hope and lacking the things I want in life. So I keep working.

every river rock

from another disruptive age,

fall colors submerged