Look Away

Nothing to see here.

Look away from the window, don’t peer inside.

The fingers and hands that labor from dawn to dusk and past midnight, those sets of hands inside look just like yours. They are nothing unique, nothing special. They ache the same, they crack and bleed the same. There’s nothing special to see.

They tap away nearly without rest. The tapping sounds are nothing unique, nothing special. They sound the same. There’s nothing special to hear.

The sweat is the same salty mix of water and scent of labor, it’s nothing unique, nothing special. It glistens the same, it washes off the same at the end of the long day. There’s nothing special about it.

At the end of the day, the week, the month, believe if you must that more jobs are coming. More work is coming. It may well arrive. It will be nothing unique, nothing special. There will be so many jobs. They will be nothing unique, nothing special. They will be nothing special, just another way to occupy life for 14 hours a day.

As the clock ticks, the fingers tap, the sweat pours. Rest, repeat. There’s nothing special to see.

Look away; there’s nothing to see here.