Planting in Winter

I was not refusing
to dig deep.

It was the self-deception,
the errancy of
cross examination,

not to mention
the tolerance of
laziness

that,
when I struck rock,
caused this crisis:

I stopped.

But now, in later years,
I breathe deep,

use the shovel
like a chisel
until the hardness
breaks free.

And then,
hopeful for rebirth,
I tamp the earth and
gradually
disappear.

Don Cadwallader

Published in
Front Porch Review (July 2012)
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