stillness as wheel turns, spinning in open air, bike lays abandoned.
red kite prowling high, a cricket balls soaring arc, end extremely nigh
Under the hot glare, the grass begs a cloud to rain, spiky cactus smiles.
Dragon perspires, the air on the scalding beach, breathes the fire of sun.
Angels dance on pins, blood trickles down from the sky, roses in full bloom.
Sunlight wakes the sky, fish slowly surface to feed, crane casts a shadow.
Blazing midday sun, snail chasing it’s own shadow, clouds seeking the moon
It took them weeks to find the perfect spot to dig. Weeks of pouring over maps and looking at longitude and latitude, but they pinpointed a spot on the edge of a field about a mile from the village and then set about trying to find some shovels. It was the beginning of the 6-week … Continue reading The Summer of the Dig