Partly Buried... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I got to the allotment
and then it started to rain,
with a new sharp silver shovel
I dug the earth up! up! up!

And didn't hear you scream
once,
and sort of caught myself
by a trick of 'I',
weathered, but more contented
or closer, to Earth,
than I've felt
in some time....

I've been away in space,
you see,
trying to find it,
or track part of the yearning,
it's hard to live,
even tougher to wonder
what living is for;
or if you can
make a difference, still?

The rout seems to live inside
everything and is omnipresent,

Your not going to win this one,
everybody's going to think you've
lost the plot,
but you know -
deep deep deep, down,
is how far you have to go,
to get to the very bottom,
and that kind of digging
is merciless!

One day, I may even reach
the source and that'll be it,
some kind of fresh air, perhaps?

But stories today, they don't seem
to end that way, or I've yet to find
some...

Keep digging, dig! dig! dig!
and the poems,
could just be worms,
wriggling with energy,
or enough, for the mouths eye....