Deep Down Digging

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Worker men are outside with big noisy tools.

Digging up giant holes in my yard.

Smashing concrete steps.

Sawing things.

Drilling other things.

 

It’s so sad to let things be destroyed,

even when you know there is beauty on the other side.

 

I’m sorry that I cannot save your home, little frog.

 

I’m sorry that I cannot save you, pretty rocks.

 

I’m sorry that your safe environment is gone, sweet fat worminis.

 

At least in this situation, the beauty is tangible and has a completion date.

 

I wish there were worker peoples to give me an end date and some picture of the beauty that is waiting on the other side of our destruction.  I know that life was not sustainable, but good golly, it is painful and difficult to live the de-construction process.

There is not any contract to guarantee the end product either.

Which makes me question if there is any beauty waiting, and what it might be like.

 

Or maybe the beauty is the simple truth of being alive and safe.

 

Grief is hard, y’all

 

Jackhammers are painfully loud and jarring, but that’s what some jobs need

 

I hope to remember how blessed I am to be able to hear them

 

Love, Ms Herisme xo

ps. I adore Todd Parr

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