Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air.
Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes. On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. In spite of ourselves. Our foot's in the door.