Is there meaning beside the running river water?
Is there meaning within the giant Solaris in the sky?
Is there meaning beneath the grass, beneath the sod
or the dirt, which is brown, cold, and old? If I claw
deep enough will find my ancestors? Will find my history?
Will I find the identity beneath the sticks and dirt?
Was discoloring all my already discolored nails
all for nothing?
Is my mother right? Will I find this beneath
dirt covered roads besieged by goat dung?
Will I find it behind the faint memory of
my grandfather’s eyes? Will I find it in
the fading dust….