These hands

there are so many things to be done.
being early or late is of no moment.
i am kneading a dough. I am putting
powder on the face of  a dog. It is
always I. There are so many thing to
make you run. A little to make you stop.
If you stop, it is a prelude to dying and
putting no meaning now, like stopping
for no reason is death itself. Oh yes.
I found it. These hands.