Overturn

The table speaks His hand on me  appraising wood and grain,  heft and sturdiness,  carpenter’s wisdom, His thumb on me planing sturdy planks and joints,  found the catch  undid my certainties Overturned  I take no hurt from him,  hear the tumbling percussion  of coins as they fall.  Without the patina of hands and bargains  smoothing … Continue reading Overturn