Some days I find myself digging in the yard,
Sifting through the soil beneath the blazing sun,
Searching for something within the grit and dirt,
The missing piece of puzzle I've spent years trying to solve,
Failing again,
and again,
and again.
None of the pieces fit neatly into place,
So on I dig,
Shovel in my blistered hands,
Knowing I won't find answers in the dirt.
Those lie somewhere back on that cluttered table,
In that house with iron in the air,
Where the answers cannot be.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
Some days I find myself digging in the yard,
Sifting through the soil beneath the blazing sun,
Searching for something within the grit and dirt,
The missing piece of puzzle I've spent years trying to solve,
Failing again,
and again,
and again.
None of the pieces fit neatly into place,
So on I dig,
Shovel in my blistered hands,
Knowing I won't find answers in the dirt.
Those lie somewhere back on that cluttered table,
In that house with iron in the air,
Where the answers cannot be.
