“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” E.E. Cummings
Mud is two very different elements coming together. Earth and water. Rained on dirt. Water soaked soil.
No longer liquid, but not quite solid. Until baked by the sun into sinewy continents.
Then it can become bricks.
Molded and poured, shaped and baked, turbid then opaque. Mud can make,
a house. An adobe abode.
When you least expect it,
Just when you thought it was solid.
But you are not made of mud, although you melt in a puddle for a mired while.
Then your hero pulls you to your feet and tells you to breathe, but it’s hard.
Lots of doubt and mud-slinging. Can you feel it stick?
And you make better bricks from the fallen mass. Repurposed, relived, repaired.
Mucky joy over all the possibilities . . .
the alchemy of life can bring.
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