I wonder how many days
God had dirt and ash and mud
under her fingernails
After the work of that first creation.
Where the soil of the ground sprang forth
I wonder if God
picked at the tiny residue
from underneath those rugged nails,
Or if she scrubbed at them under a brand new
And shiny stream of water.
If she let the dirt and ash and mud
as a reminder of her great work
and great love
for her creation.