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)