 |
| Photo by Chris Liverani on Unsplash |
The Handshake
I shoke my neighbor's hand today
and in that split second
saw an expression of thankfulness
for a job well done.
Germs and viruses never came up
as wood chips flew
hammer met nail
and dirt piles grew.
It wasn't a protest against public policy
no endorsement here
of actions that might spread
a virus that has crippled us with fear.
Instead our drive
was a cool spring day
a broken fence
and the need for it to stay...
...where it was, where it stands
much like the shaking of two hands.
Jon Hirst, May 3, 2020
Jon Hirst, May 3, 2020
Comments