My Thing with Things

For the ones that hold us, without asking to be held.

My thing with things 

… 

is with the quiet grace  

of form that fits the hand. 

or

A chair, curved just enough  

to follow the shape of tired  

when we don’t have the words.

A spoon that scoops thoughtlessly,

perfectly,

because someone once thought about it  

too much.  

There’s wonder in that.  

The real magic of good design  

is how unseen it is.  

Like air,  

or kindness,  

or rhythm.  



it works  

because it disappears.

that someone sculpted this arc,

balanced rim with lip,  

weight with warmth,

so I could sip without spilling  

a single part of my morning. 

Design is a love letter  

with no signature.  

An anonymous care  

from someone you’ll never meet.

It's so human,  

isn’t it?