Of course, there could be far worse things you’d find unexpectedly.
You lift the stone
knowing what you will see:
The soil will be a shade darker
and there’ll be wriggling things –
a centipede or two, a worm,
decaying leaves ….
Never did you dream there’d be a key!
Bright shiny golden metal?
Glinting in the newly illuming light?
whereas the wriggling things
would have fulfilled your expectations,
the key only leaves you with more.
© Allen Ansell 2009, 2021