Grubs
Working with the bark spud
peeling cedar logs for the shed
I uncover white grubs,
wrinkled & thick as my little finger.
They have powerful jaws.
Working in the dark, blind, in faith
toward whatever they might become,
they leave delicate etchings
in the wood. I have to say
that I understand them
more than the squawking, squabbling
chickens who crowd in to peck them
from my unprotected hand.
By Sam Green
