When you are building a foundation,
from far away, it looks as if nothing is happening.
Small figures, without any discernible movement
gather around a hole in the ground
From time to time, a truck arrives,
that cannot be made out at a distance
Wood? Stone? Cement?
Something is happening.
But no-one can see what.
They turn away, disinterested.
But on the place where the house will stand,
people are sweating, hauling,
heaving and sweltering in the sun
Measurements are taken,
lines are drawn and digging begins.
For days nothing is seen above the ground.
But beneath – ground is leveled, tamped, made solid.
Pillars and beams plotted, space made;
the entire plan envisioned –
made possible by what lies beneath.
When you are building a foundation
From far away, it looks as if nothing is happening
Everything is about to begin.