A World Not Made by Hands

When restlessness sets in, the hand reaches for the phone, and minutes dissolve in empty scrolling.
In moments like these, I turn my gaze to the quiet mystery of forms untouched by human hands.
When restlessness sets in, the hand reaches for the phone, and minutes dissolve in empty scrolling.
In moments like these, I turn my gaze to the quiet mystery of forms untouched by human hands.