a spoonful of dirt
a fresh plot of land parents race to colonize—
we are pocked and marred
at the hands of our makers
becoming their primitive finger painting.
we strain through the folds of skin
to find a trace
an inkling of flesh
that belongs to ourselves
yet as the skin begins to harden
we lose the chance to claim something for our own.
Scott Hicks has work published in Contemporary Haibun Online, Road Not Taken, Poetry Quarterly, Three Line Poetry, Modern Haiku, Shot Glass, Liquid Imagination, and Down in the Dirt. He came to poetry through therapy and lives in Fresno, California.