busy with our hands

there is

some sort of Zen

in nearly every

task we

do.

whether laundry

or painting,

carving,

cleaning the windows

in the far room.

pushing the vacuum

across the floor.

we disappear for awhile

in the job,

trimming hedges,

planting or harvesting

the land.

the world and its troubles

seem to fade, seem to slip away,

for a moment

as we busy ourselves

with hands.