Construction worker flipping and tossing outlines.
Flower shop owner pulling the shop sign inside for the night.
Volunteer serving bread, beans, water: breakfast.
Guard always knows which station you’re needing to get to.
Mother pushing the pram then driving to school soon.
Artist noting the pulse of the day.
Is it a deficiency to depend on those who do
what we cannot, or the greatest destination
to declare each last one of us: vital.
Originally published in Art of Nothing Press Issue Two: ego death.