Fighting through the darkness,
Warm and cosy like a bed,
The soil has just been tilled.
It smells earthy rich.
I can feel the rain upon the surface,
reverberating through the ground
giving me a headache.
On reaching the cold air I gulp.
The shock on wet skin sends shivers.
The gardener blindly strikes the clods with metal.
Suddenly............ there are two of me.
