digging

Warm sunlight raises steam from last night’s dew
the birds subsided from their dawn alarm
a lazy turtle slowly trundles down
amid the grassy hollows of the farm

between my hands the sandy loam responds
a lover moaning under my caress
I smell the living soul in each damp clod
In each and all a mighty presence rests

the rooster struts and fascinates a hen
the earthworm gurgitates a healthy turd
a ladybug parols for pests again
and beetle shrugs and fascinates a bird

but all of this is not for anything
except to tell me here I am a king