Sentinel Poetry (Online)
THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS...since 2002
A little girl across the street,
claiming she went to Spain last week
and she will fly to Australia next month,
comes into my garden
without a passport. Panicking
sparrows dart into the hedge and
the sound of digging deepens the air.
"Have you found any treasures yet?"
"Hope I will."
Pearls of bluebell bulbs shine
among the black clammy soil.
Fragments of ceramics weather
in a matter of few seconds.
Forgotten bricks emerge nobly
as the cobblestones of Babylon.
"If you keep digging, can we go
to the other side of the world?"
"Well, it would be great, if we could."
The girl stops polishing a pearl,
kneels down beside the flowerbed
and shouts into a foot-deep hole,
"Hello, China! Hello! Hello!"
A dumb slug screams in confusion,
but I'll keep digging till she goes home.