- I lie here in the grass, dreaming, warming
- Face to the sun, away from you
- I see you, but not through these tired eyes
- You stop to mop the sweat and catch your breath
- And look to see if I still breathe
- Seeing that I do you turn again
- To struggle with reluctant earth
- Long settled and satisfied
- Stone interlocked with stone
- Tied by twisted roots
- All glued in oneness by the clay
- More stubborn than the earth
- You pry and break and dig
- Just so wide and just so long
- And just so very deep
- Your sweat waters the earth
- As do your often tears
- Of all you've ever done for me
- This may be the most meaningless
- And still the most meaningful
- I would have gone to sleep in the woods
- To be eaten by attendant bears
- But your love for me demands your patient working
- I am blessed by your blistered hands
- I am honored by your pick with handle broken
- We are teaching one another how to share the
earth
- In yet another way.
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