In a village where everyone carried hammers, people
spent their days striking whatever cracked, bent, or groaned.
One traveler carried only a lantern.
Before touching anything, he knelt beside it, watching the shadows dance.
Some doors needed keys.
Some walls were holding up roofs.
Some burdens belonged to others.
By dawn, he had repaired little.
Yet somehow, fewer houses collapsed.
No comments:
Post a Comment