Nancy Imelda Schafer
" Mud "
The earth,
Me,
Rich, giving, forgiving
Nurtured.
Mud,
Wet mud, a sensuous thing.
Take a handful...
Make a ball of it in your hands.
Pat it smooth.
Draw a face on it,
Give it definition.
Look at it,
Admire it,
Love it,
Use it.
Lay the ball down in the sun.
It hardens,
Shrinks,
Cracks.
Cracks in half.
Now two smaller pieces from one.
The wind tears at it.
No rain.
It dries further.
Cracks again.
Crumbles.
Rubble from a beautiful, wet mass.
Dry, cracked,
Pieces.
Many tiny fragments.
The wind blows at it.
Now,
Just dust.
"MUD"
Written by
NIS
S.D./F.D. December 19, 1995
6:10am (EST)
......................................
Written for me
#121995
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
One once told me of concrete,
one sure thing about it,
is that it cracks.
So does mud.
Posted May 18, 1997
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