 | The recent blizzard on the East Coast of the United States hit me square since I live right outside of Washington, D.C. Shoveling snow is back-breaking work, even on the best of days, so I started pondering the other types of digging people do all throughout life. Not only is digging a physical task, it is metaphorical in many was. We dig gardens, trenches, and most famously, graves. We also dig through information, memories, and bad situations. What is your purpose for digging? Where will it lead? ~Danielle G. |
The Dig
With this shovel, I dig:
Into the mind, I sew seeds of intention--
Year after year I nurture the flowers
Placed in the pockets I steadily hoe.
I pull the weeds of uncertainty from the root,
Even when I see not from what they sprout.
With this shovel, I dig:
I sweat over a determined tree bearing fruit--
The seasons ordain the grip that I use,
But as days wear on and my resolve hardens;
I build castles and knowledge from distant shores
Even as the comforting sands diminish the looking glass.
With this shovel, I dig:
The leaf-littered path beneath my feet deepens
And widens with each straining throw--
The snow flies against the wind over my shoulder;
I strike at the ice until it shatters under my power
And continue until the Earth gives way to the grave.
~Danielle Grace
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