You can feel it all

When you concentrate

When you were small

It was difficult

You couldn’t wait

To be an adult

Now it all feels

A little too late

 

The memory drill goes deep

Hitting water when you sleep

Salted tears proteins release

Rings of years, fingers of trees

 

If you squeeze hard enough

Images appear

From somewhere underground

Keep drilling, engineer

 

The drill drives through rock

John Henry’s down

The further you go

The faster you come

 

Winding up where you began

Crawling on the rug