Getting DirtyGrease and earth cake into toes and fingers,
palms and soles of feet,
bury deep under nails
as the shapes rise out of repurposed debris,
each haphazard intuition of function,
each sublime notion of order in chaos.Feet tamp earth in dervish and trodding,
play and purpose. The distinct undercurrent
of earth scents hair/crook of neck/resting place.
Hands push earth into gardens.
Shape wood and stone into home.
Leave tracks of mud on cheeks.
Come clean to get dirty again.