digging down deep
to find a word, that word, the one i want, the one that constantly eludes me.
the hole is several feet deep now, several more feet than that wide, and in the pile on the brink of this hole there is nothing but dirt.
i thought i found an e once for a second, but it turned out to be a penny.
and then there was a t, at least in my mind for one split second, but when i touched it, there was only a twig.
i keep hitting these rocks and they jar me, all the way up to my neck, my shoulders, my mind.
jar me into thinking this is all a mistake, this digging, it’s too much work, it hurts too much.
i don’t stop though, don’t give up, i almost never give up, i’m very stubborn. i want that word.
i dig with this small wooden shovel left by a grandfather i barely knew.
when i get tired, i use this spoon that i found by the side of the road.
my soil is not sandy, no, i am not so lucky, my soil is all clay, wet and heavy and filled with worm holes, coming up in big chunks that stick and smear, and never break apart.
and these rocks, there are so many, some bigger than my head, each one takes a day to excavate. and when that day is done, all i have left to show for it is a cold, hard rock.
but i have collected rocks since i was a child.
there is always that moment when i feel it give, that rock, and i know that one more tug and i will lift it, and that is when i pause, because who knows what might be slithering underneath.
but i hold my breath and i lift one edge, ever so gently, ready to drop it back down at the first sign of trouble, ready to fling it aside if i find that word.
but alas, not this time. no creepy, crawly, scary creatures, and no word, either.
just one more layer of cold smooth earth
begging to be cracked open.
October 24th, 2010 at 11:32 am
i know this digging. it is always nighttime for me and . . . wait! you are MAGIC! i have been stuck – a post i was writing about words – and suddenly i know where it goes. perhaps those were MY words you were digging up, in a language you didn’t recognize. lol! and xoxo!!
October 24th, 2010 at 12:57 pm
As always, mesmerized by your posts.
October 24th, 2010 at 1:58 pm
I am in constant search for words!! I think it gets worse the older I get.
October 24th, 2010 at 2:08 pm
Strata and layers and layers of magical metaphors here. Me too – I’m always digging for that ‘word’!!!!
October 24th, 2010 at 2:52 pm
This, I love. Thank you for posting it.
October 24th, 2010 at 7:00 pm
beautiful….deep….thought provoking….and i even laughed thinking of you digging with a spoon….
i search for words, too….often i see them running the other way with a few of my dreams, turning their heads and looking back at me with a sheepish grin on their faces…..
October 24th, 2010 at 7:33 pm
Is it possible to contine to fall in love with you & your writing? I am so ovewhelmed with how your words can ring so true.
October 24th, 2010 at 8:28 pm
I think you found the word! Beautiful!
October 24th, 2010 at 8:36 pm
This was great. So perfect. I struggle constantly hoping to find the right word to write or to say. I never stop digging.
Thank you!
October 24th, 2010 at 9:51 pm
I search, too. Often I google for synonyms when I can’t think. Not nearly as romantic as this, though!
October 24th, 2010 at 11:17 pm
well, you know, my usual comeback to hearing that somebody was in a hole is: “when you’re in a hole, stop digging.” but that definitely doesn’t fit here with this gorgeous post, so instead i’m gonna say: “glad you’re finding only the w-holes.”
October 25th, 2010 at 4:42 pm
You are so beautiful.
October 25th, 2010 at 8:17 pm
Ah, I’ve been in that hole many, many times. Hope you finally found it!
October 26th, 2010 at 3:48 pm
A Mrs. M best, in my opinion. Remember when i used to dig through the rocks in your garden to find all the sparkly ones to take home? Maybe i got that from you.
November 8th, 2010 at 1:28 am
You are an extraordinary writer.