Flowing Garden (Part II)

I put down my spade and looked into the dirt. I saw movement there. Perhaps a bug? I leaned over more and more -- searching. I went past the grass blades. I went beyond the flat, brown masquerade as crumbly mountains and valleys drew near. Closer and closer I ventured.

Until I fell in.

now
as my pen dances
this very

moment
is gone
forever

but here you are
with these
words