…fingers walk the tightropes of sentences.
Trying to talk himself off some innermost ledge.
The sky drops silver threads of sleet.
Water purls past her shoes
Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.
Finish what you’re doing. Empty the laundry basket and clear your emails. Stock the fridge. Make three days worth of dinners. Maybe have a wash.
Then, and only then, start reading this book.