bang, bang
the young wildland fire fighter
stands
legs apart
holding a t-post
he is determined to drive it into the earth
bang, bang!
all he has is a small hand sledge
a pound, maybe two
not enough
for this patch of land
glacially packed with rocks
and rock
and more rocks
twang
the t-post shivers
as it hits yet another rock
and inch, maybe two below the surface
bang, twang
bang, twang
it isn’t happening
that post is not going to penetrate that earth
as I watch that young man
droop
I wonder if he must feel a little
as the sacred feels
when it tries to
find open passage
to my stubborn heart
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