labor day

[dweller]

i spent my day outside in the air
in the dirt and gardening, husbanding my
tiny scrap with expectations of winter harvest
in crisp green when the sky is overgrown grey

it's a simple alm, free and given with
sweat and bent finger over earth, burying
lost wish, want and human need, deep
in the dank warmth of broken soil and scattered seed.

for what can be said of the attempt to
toil and break back achieve the status
quo quotient success when mother laughs
and exudes luxuriant abundance even in the weed.

with my blue-collared and browned neck before the sun
elbow deep into the womb fondling, crumbling,
that to which we all return,
i forgot the day, and was freed.

dp

[asdjrocky]

1. Just wonderful.

I love the soil as a womb. You hit the way I feel sometimes, as my own hands dig.

[dweller]

2. thank you asdjrocky

it's a 'work' in progress :)

dp