On this Holy Saturday

Yep.  We settled it.  Worms burrow.  As sure as Jesus harrows Hell today, He will rise tomorrow.  This has been a Holy Week like no other.

On this

The Holy Saturday

Before Jesus is slated

To rise,

The backyard is filled with animals.

Ducks scout out

Good nest areas.

Robins stake out

Worm possibilities

With their feet.

Breakfast conversation

Considers the proper verb

For earthworm movement.

What is it

Robins cock their heads

To hear

Underground?

We settle on it:

Worms burrow.

On this

The Holy Saturday

Before Jesus is slated

To rise,

He is busy underground,

Busy somewhere,

They say.

He empties Hell,

They say,

Next to burrowing worms.

The robins listen from above.

We watch and listen from afar.

Jesus is slated to rise

Tomorrow.

Seismic shift

When I can wait long enough, I see the cracks where the grass grows.  Maybe the ground shifted awhile ago, and I simply didn*t notice.  Really I know the ground is always shifting, the grass is always growing, the earthworms always renewing the earth.  Sometimes I notice... and name what seems a seismic shift.  Really everything is always shifting.

Some days,

Not often,

But often enough,

There is a seismic shift

In the rock layers

Under my feet.

Some days,

Like today,

I notice new cracks

In the pavement.

They are green

With grass:

It has found the dirt

Underneath.

I think

I have not thought this way

Before.

There has been

A seismic shift.

The grass seems a sign

Of earthworms

Reworking the dirt

Under the grass

With their castings.

My eyes go down from there.

There are layers under layers

Upon layers.

But first the shift,

Then the crack

Before the grass

Can grow.

Then all the rest.