Horseflies & Houseflies

I dug in the dirt.
Shooing the flies away & stinky with sweat,
I dug & I dug & I dug...
using a shovel, a spade & my hands.
I pulled at the weeds and thorny bushes and poison ivy,
caring not if I got pricked, dirty, blistered or chafed.
Piling the debris high like a mausoleum of sorts.
I then scooped, hauled & tossed all the spent soil.
Black dirt gone gray, depleted of all it's nutrients.
The weight of the dirt turned the makeshift mausoleum into a tight little tomb.
And just as the gluttonous weeds had once robbed the soil of all of its nutrients,
the soil now serves as a blanket to suffocate the weeds.
Full circle.

All the while, I looked for a sign, a talisman, a keeper.

Some marbles or heart-shaped rocks.
None were found.

I just want to go to the river...

But instead, I throw black dirt, manure & some...
Scatter it, toss it, turn it, tear it up

Feeling the liberation of things that will be
rich soil, bright flowers, sunshine
and, like at the river...
Butterflies & dragonflies.

Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water*

Thank you to magpie fairy,Singleton, for artwork and Mother Nature for all the other photos.
*The Talking Heads