Day Before Interviews

Garden of a girl

Search for 

A little hint of 

Moisture in this 
Dry dry soil 

Empty of 

Growth and love

Barren and unfruitful

Dig deeper 

For I am certain 

I can bring forth 

A stream of water

So delicious and so sweet 

From within this earth 

Beneath all her suffering 

And I will tend

To this earth 

Like she is a vineyard

Ripe and overflowing 
With cane tipped wine 
And tender produce 

And stories of couples meeting 

In her groves

And I will promise this earth 

That she will not be run over

By the many birds who peck 

By the many ruffians not much older

Than this earth herself

And I vow to her

That I will not stop digging 

Until she is irrigated

Until in the morning she appears 

Just as lush and pruned

Just as healthy and in bloom 

If not more

Than all the other properties

Than all the other girls

I kiss this dirt 

Embrace this earth

Rejoice in her lack-of

In her empty 

For it is signal of what's to come

Of what polar opposite she will bring forward

Although, I am not without fear 

As I write these words 

I'm quivering 

But I will not let that 

Stop me now 

She is fertile, 

She will grow.