In the hard granite of a human chest
Love’s small explosions blast a cavity.
While pumps and sluices clear ore and debris,
Miners create a cavernous heart divest
Of wealth gone out. There may at times unfold
Sad tales of miners trapped by falling stone,
But life demands the risky work go on:
This treasure chest of granite’s veined with gold
The world demands be brought into the light.
A huge cathedral of the spirit’s left,
Caverns of empty worship, dream-bereft,
The treasures claimed by others as their right.
But flecks of gold still glitter in the gloom,
The heart remembers glories in its tomb.
Published, Anima, UK, No.2, 2016