The miner works <br />the deep, dark earth, <br />far down a long, thin shaft, <br /> <br />discovering <br />and bringing up <br />the gold. <br /> <br />He does not <br />keep the gold, <br /> <br />nor does he. <br />want the gold itself, <br />but somehow to <br /><i>become</i> the gold. <br /> <br />Meanwhile, the gold <br />is currency <br />above the earth. <br /> <br />The miner goes <br />before the light, <br />to plumb <br />the lonely shaft again. <br /> <br />Maybe today he'll find <br />a vein containing <br />all he's never been, <br />a room with all <br />his dreams alive <br />and welcoming him home.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-miner-3/
