New Beginning, New Day

When The Digging Is Over

Clumsy fingers open up the dirt without any seeds to sow.

I was searching deep into the core of the oldest ground.

Digging with the tools I was born with and nothing else.

Like the most ballistic wild animal chewing on its own foot.

Dirt outlined my cheekbone and completely covered my arms up to my elbow.

On lookers passed by with stares of fear and curiosity but no questions were asked today.

Moving too rapidly to feel pain my arms remained numb within the frantic movements.

My knees cracking underneath the weight of the pressure of which I was kneeling beneath.

My mind bakes from the humid sun like a half done cookie,

filling the kitchen with sweet fragrances of anticipation but not ready to be enjoyed yet.

Just enough to tickle the nose and make the hunger become an insatiable addiction.

After the sun leaves the moonlight glitters on my target, my portal of escape.

Through the dark glow a heavy rock appears.

Tears soak the ground for now the digging is over.

Much time spent pushing the rock to the side inch by inch.

The Sun lighting my path again I see the portal clearly now.

Large enough I dangle one foot inside the portal, while still grasping onto bits of earth around me.

Closing my eyes I know I must let go and fall or all the work I did was wasted.

I do not fall, I leap into the clear blue portal.

You were waiting for me with a cup of tea and some cookies on a flower covered plate. 

I hide my eyes from the flowers, 

too soon it reminded me of the digging but I did reach for a cookie.

Watching the crumbs gather at my chin you brushed them away with a worried glance.

You said it looked like I could use a rest.

Giving me your blanket to snuggle up to you let me dream on your couch.

I did need a rest I thought before my eyes fluttered closed,

I think I could sleep forever in Peace now.