Heave Ho

I was in the desert.
it was hot.
and it was dry.
and I was thirsty.

heave ho, I said,
a dull shovel cocked
above my shoulder.

deep breath in,
heave.

deep breath out,
ho. 

they say it is only a man
of the greatest perseverance
who would dig
and dig
and dig
all the way to another end
of our earth just to find
his oasis.

deep breath in,
heave.

deep breath out,
ho.

hundreds upon hundreds
of meters beneath the surface,
as I tunnel my way through.

not a drop of water yet,
but it is only a man
of lesser perseverance
than I
who would give up now.

deep breath in,
heave.

deep breath out,
ho.

thousands upon thousands
of meters beneath the surface,
as I tunnel my way through.

not a drop of water yet,
but it is only a man
of lesser perseverance
than I
who would give up now.

deep breath in,
heave.

deep breath out,
ho.

millions upon millions
of meters beneath the surface,
as I tunnel my way through.

not a drop of water yet,
but it is only a man
of lesser perseverance
than I
who would give up now.

deep breath in,
heave.

deep breath out,
ho.

and when I have finally
tossed so much sand
over my aching back
that I have reached
another end
of our earth,
do I find myself
in a new desert again.

I am, at last, a man
of the greatest perseverance.

but without a drop of water,

it is still hot.

it is still dry.

and I am still thirsty.

L.C.M.

 

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