Getting to the truth of a thing

It’s kind of like digging for good dirt

Sometimes the earth

Is soft and compliant

The soil is easily turned

Willingly revealing layers underneath

So easy, allowing us to

Push our hands into the dirt

Pull up clumps of weeds

Plow a path for a Spring flower trail

Sometimes the earth is hard

Unyielding

Protecting the dirt

Layering diversions

Of hard rock

Perilous gulfs of varying elevations

Deterrents to digging

Deterrents to plundering

The precious soil

Explosives

Bulldozers

Full-on destruction

We press on

Digging deeper

In search of the elusive dirt

And what happens

When we have finally found

The precious place to build

The right foundation

Was it worth it

Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive

Too raw

Too damaged

Getting to the truth

Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake

Only to reveal something

Too fragile to take

E.A. Fussell

3/17/2019