I stand still with my open palm reaching outward. My hand grazes the surface of every endlessly passing horse on a merry-go-round. It seem the world is spinning and I am standing still. But all along, I was moving too. I am moving too. Listen to my hands.
For all of the forms and application I’ve filled out, for all of the doors I’ve knocked on and resumes I’ve processed, I FINALLY feel like my push into the world is recognized and responded to. For so long I was a ghost. My hand made an imprint on a couple of horses, and now they’ve come back around and this time, hopefully, will let me hop on board.