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This particular poem came from a meeting where the director of a nonprofit was so focused on numbers….so focused on outputs, she missed the most important aspects of what everyone in the room was trying to do. She lost the human part.
While she was still talking i decided to let the thoughts in the moment pour onto the napkin we had from the lunch earlier.
My hand seemed to move independently from my arm, from my body, my mind even….it just came out.
This poem was born on a rainy day….if you lean in close, you can still smell the fog that creeped inside the window while it was drying.