The Alberta Worker
Just keep digging, digging, digging. Dirt still falling, falling, falling. Top keeps rising, rising, rising. Voice still calling, calling, calling. Hole keeps growing, growing, growing. Arms still aching, aching, aching. Sweat keeps dripping, dripping, dripping. Legs still shaking, shaking, shaking. Eyes keep fighting, fighting, fighting. Lungs still gasping, gasping, gasping. Heart keep trying, trying, trying. Voice still rasping, rasping, […]
Weak and might, dim and bright. Peace and fight, day and night. Loose and tight, dark and light. Walk and flight, black and white. Black and white are simple, see? Wrong for you, and right for me. Black and white’s an easy choice, Helps to justify my voice. Black and white are options two: Yours is […]
Climbed the mountain one more time, a desert found instead. Drawing deep from in the well, its water long since dead. Wand’ring to and running fro, for water and for bread, Starving, thirsty, seeking with a mouth all cracked and bled. Compass pointing to the north, and south, and east, and west. Rhombus—once a square—appears, askew and […]
Comfort in the shadows dark, but longing for the sun. Try—again—to find some rest, yet itching for a run. Wallowing in soothing mud, but desperate for a bath. Labouring for footsteps pure while on the dusty path. Scrubbing hard these crimson clothes to make them snowy white, Yet in the brightness of the day, impatient for pitch […]
Flying to space while anchored to ground Wishing for silence but drawn to the sound Sailing the ocean while anchored to bay Wanting to shout with nothing to say Climbing a mount yet nowhere to hold Craving for heat but frozen in cold Running a race yet stuck in your stance Hoping to rest but forced to still dance Eating […]
The striking of flint on the cold, toughened steel. The crushing of leaves under hard, booted heel. The pounding of waves on the soft, golden sand. The scraping of wind over dry, barren land. The wearing of chalk on the smooth, weathered slate. The squealing of hinge swinging rusty, old gate. The grinding of teeth on crisp, tender food. […]
The seconds tick slowly by, each one into the next, Bringing in another wave, with seeming no effect. But seconds turn to hours, and hours turn to days, Then weeks, and months, and years go by, and time does get its way. The strongest stone, erect and sure, so firmly on the shore Starts losing once the first wave hits—won’t […]
Humming bees, singing birds, the sun high in the sky. A burning fire, deep and old, within the heart did lie. A sojourn in the desert land, maturing of a rose. Returning home, out again, the grassland he had chose. There he planted, firm and sure, growing as an oak. Some bending here and swaying […]