My whole life has lead to this.
Someone else's business is
mine. In return I too get to
grow.
I de- and re-construct
to revive the stuck,
to uncover and *****
a brand new artifact.
As leaves they meet, in flight,
in fight, as soft and coloured,
sifting through the slashing sound
until their brown and crunchy remains
fall onto the ground.
I break down to build and then
watch as it breaks down again.
But in a good way. In a way meant to help people become self-sufficient.
(I compare being a therapist to being a writer, composing characters)