The midday sun shines overhead, greeting our so-called hero, Captain Sundae, and his trusty dog, Top. Captain Sundae has been fishing all morning while Top has been busy sunbathing by the ... [+]
Topsoil crumbles in my hands.
I am digging, parting the ground like Moses
only I see no Father on my side.
Springbirds sing, but the ground is numbing.
My fingernails flake, bare and brittle,
and dirt cakes like blackened French tips.
Roots and fungus mingle with minerals.
I think of earth's obliging layers
and of the dent for flowers now hollowed by my hands.
The soil is soft, tilled by creeping things.
I think of my feet and lips and mind of clay
and wonder why worms can't soften me, too.
I am digging, parting the ground like Moses
only I see no Father on my side.
Springbirds sing, but the ground is numbing.
My fingernails flake, bare and brittle,
and dirt cakes like blackened French tips.
Roots and fungus mingle with minerals.
I think of earth's obliging layers
and of the dent for flowers now hollowed by my hands.
The soil is soft, tilled by creeping things.
I think of my feet and lips and mind of clay
and wonder why worms can't soften me, too.