Thread by thread
Stringing out the walkers
Life of leather—
Toiling at the standing grace
Of other souls.
Breaths ride the strands,
Divinity locked in rasping labor;
Noon passes stained glass
With a smile—
the hands know but the one song,
they cannot sing it with regret.
* My latest work for One Shoot Sunday. Based on the prompt from my interview this week with HDR photographer Rob Hanson. Be sure to check back in next week as well, for part two of the interview and more of Mr. Hanson’s lovely work.