Fallen To Earth

By Sandy McPherson Carrubba

I see my father's shovel

bounce off the garden soil.

And watch brown mud ooze

from the open wound.

Earth's lifeblood as

it dribbles and smears.

Then, my father places

seeds in brown soil

and covers them over.

For months, soft earth

over possibilities.

Invisible happenings.

At last, tiny green sprouts

born to flower.

I watch father's life

bloom, then, fade.

See mud, like fine dust

slip too quickly

through my fingers.

How soon he dropped!

Placed beneath the flowers,

like a seed, waiting to

germinate again.

My father works the soil.

He becomes the soil.

SANDY McPHERSON CARRUBBA lives in Kenmore. She will launch her debut collection of poems "Brush Strokes," published by Finishing Line Press, with a reading and book signing at 7 p.m. April 14 at Talking Leaves Books, 3158 Main St.