Poem: Photo The Dig

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Photo copyright Marc Weinberg


THE DIG


The day's light glances hot off the earth
and glints from picks and shovels
as we spade and screen, brush, pencil
and string collections of objects
flower-pressed in the pages of time while
even the stars have changed.

A journey of a few feet down and
a few thousand years back, mapped
read and recorded in forensic detail.
Forgotten bits and fragments fingered awake
from their cool sleep to the cauldron
of the midday glare are caressed
by the gaze of today's endeavor.

And now when day is done and
a swarm of aches and pains plagues us,
a molten sun pours itself into night where
I will sift and sort the middens of my mind.

--Vicki Westberg



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