Miner's Dream

Miner's Dream Somewhere in this truck-bed sand there is meaning There are answers Humor Hope A hand Up Somewhere in this earth's marrow I will find a meadow Surrounded by old trees And new trees My heart's pan will fill to the brim With joy like that which comes from the twinkling anticipation Of watching her try to wink Somewhere in this rocky stream amidst endless, worn smooth, pebbles of loss I'll surely find steady breathing once again Now as elusive as gold dust Somewhere in this tender and tended soil Tucked in beside nematodes and worm castings I will leave my tools behind For the next precious fool