Things for which I am thankful, today.
earnest, clung to my arm,
breathed the sacred into my ear:
the book she wanted.
soft, arms outstretched,
check-out number at the ready:
"Dos nueve nueve cinco cinco."
Today instead I reviewed php.
(some women), goodwill outstretched,
debated the sacred into the mic:
"JIRA ticket ten-forty-two."
how to speak of my work:
too much or too little.
Today I met with the rabbi.
what's real, what matters,
what do we want to live forever:
the thing or its shadow?"
He says, "it's like G-d,
we still revere the derivative:
it is all we have."
Today the sun sets in two colors.
Thoughts on 'The Psychological Experience of Prototyping'