With these hands I will dig

and hold


and fold


and grow

caress, create

with these hands I will make the world


Out in the backyard, playing in the dirt … the simple joys of finding a creature alive in the soil. Then crushing it and loving it until it’s alive no more … I hope that if there is some kind of spirit guardian of the invertebrate realm that they perhaps look the other way when small children play with their kin.