Workers

We dug all Sunday -
dug those trenches
so long and so straight;
their disappearance over
the horizon a primary school
lesson in perspective.
We dug and toiled and
sweat, right there next
to the 401,
watching Impalas and
Intrepids and Hyundai
Tuscons enter and exit
our lives with not a
thought. We dug all
Sunday; dug, and worked,
and wept, and had
our words on the day
of rest, because for us,
there never is any.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.