The Arts: Like Sliding Mud

Like sliding in mud Life is messy, Like the smell of the earth in the earliest moments of Spring; Musky, dirty, fresh, hopeful. Like birth, bloody, scary, joyful, warm. Life is messy, Like risking love, fulfillment of life, Never knowing if it will endure. But we always, we always, take that risk; Because the ride, though perilous and frightening, Offers so much. Like sliding in mud, we love; we fight for life; we hold on to anything, Everything that will help us endure. And we never, never give up hope because Like sliding in mud, there is earth beneath to hold us; From which we came and to which we will one day, all of us, again return. Submitted by Barbara Darshan