To Excavate

What chances do we have to excavate
Toward the deepest pits of creation?
Do impenetrable riches await,
Affording the cost of aspiration?
Is that ground that lies below a bedrock,
A foundation to support where we stand?
Do we build upon it with flinty blocks
That seem colossal against distant sands?
Or, perhaps, could that ground be a desert,
Athirst for streams that have yet to nourish
It? Is its fertility left inert
While its design suggests that it flourish?
We will only know if we can dig through
The sediments stacking on what is true.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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