Digger
If I am a clam buried deep, You are
a clam digger come to find me. By what
genius you discover my whereabouts,
I do not know. Tapping, intuition,
planting your shovel with a quick gesture
and turning over the land...
No matter.
You lift me out of the shifting
sand, give me a shake in the sea.
Crack me open on nearby rocks
and proceed to swallow me. Raw.
a clam digger come to find me. By what
genius you discover my whereabouts,
I do not know. Tapping, intuition,
planting your shovel with a quick gesture
and turning over the land...
No matter.
You lift me out of the shifting
sand, give me a shake in the sea.
Crack me open on nearby rocks
and proceed to swallow me. Raw.
Labels: answered prayer, Psalm 139
posted by L.L. Barkat at
6:33 PM
3 Comments:
This was intriguing. All your stuff is, but the swallowing raw thing. Got to me.
from Real Live Preacher
Whoa. It's like the Runaway Bunny turned inside out.
I like:
I do not know. Tapping, intuition,
planting your shovel with a quick gesture
Neat. I know that's a lame word, especially to a writer like you, but that's truly what I thought when I read it: neat. :)
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