Real Work


Real Work


Sun beats,

Sweat beads form

Running down my arms

As I sit

On the ground,

Take a break

From building.

My body, tired in a good way

Feels strong and stretched, pushed to

Higher limits.

In this time of rest

The real work starts

We talk.

Volunteers and homeowners alike

Sharing stories,

Finding common ground

Finding a sense of feeling

As though we matter to each other.

We need one another.

Words pour easily

Into a river

Connecting us, forever

In awe-inspiring ways.

Even for just a moment

We’ve touched each others lives,

Made an indent, left a mark.


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