Never In The Hands Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

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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