Dusk
When sun descends
And scents of cooling earth
Swirl and rise
To meet me
I am pulled
Down to my knees
Compelled to dig until
My hands are gloves of dirt
With rings of grubs and worms
To dredge until
Soil stretches nails
From dampened skin
Till blind moles ask me
Where I’ve been
I scrape and work
To find the words
That root and wrap
Me in this place
To claw until I capture them
Or lie buried
By the trying
-Me
sometimesihatemycat 