digging a ditch in winter

as we were digging

this ditch

one day,

in the middle

of the winter

for Miller Construction,

the four of us, knee deep

in mud,

and sewage water,

searching

for the broken pipe.

we started talking about

the big bang theory,

and whether or not 

the universe was expanding

or contracting.

is it possible

to count the stars?

does it go on forever

and if so,

how did it all begin?

is it all an accident, or by

intelligent design?

we have no answers,

but we keep digging just

the same.

i slide over to let Jimbo,

use his pick axe

on the drain.