Underneath the seams
of weathered rock
we stir, waiting
for the unavoidable
break

The black beetle clusters
pour like coffee beans
through the cracked red earth

as rain crashes through the barrier
of its dark container,
portending change

The worms use rhythmic twirls
to gasp the air above the flooded dirt
The landscape, it was a wasteland
now, a storm flushes it with life