Untitled, For Now

Brush away the top soil
The loose dirt
Reduced to dust
Exhausted by
Too many sunny days
Too few storms
And no mulch

Dig deeper through
The sand and silt
Decades of decay
Rolled into
This rich dirt
This cold dirt
Life digested

Rest here a while
In ancient loam
Rich with heartache
Holding tight to
Each drop of water
Each lesson learned
Slowly released