SECOND NATURE


Thunder lingers outside
And the luxury of peace
Is in shortage

The carpenter hits the nail
The doctor makes an incision
The mechanic turns a screwdriver

They war with their vocations
Their tools & instruments
Their hopes & dreams
Their fears & tears

Movement is detected outside
And is either rest or death
A smile or a cry
Or both at the same time

Intention is spotted outside
A twist to the stomach
A taste of distress
With the pre-confusion of existence
Automatic efforts of survival