Muck
I wriggle forward
The mud covers me.
Muck
A primordial worm
Arms and legs almost
useless
Stuck in a traffic
jam
Mud
Creeping into my skin
A trickle passes
where I cannot
Darkness punctuated
by a headlamp
Water passing in the
fast lane
Blunk
Tunk
Krink
on my helmet
I’m stuck…
20 feet under.
I swim out and walk
onto the frozen ground.
the cave behind me.
The mud stains my
clothes forever
-by Elaine Pratt
Thanks Elaine for helping to get this started. After hearing your poem this morning during our sharing session at Rowe Camp I wanted a chance to read it again.
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