Human Earth

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….