I am water buffalo.

The heat and the rain and the swamp are my home.
I pull hard against the yoke, driving down into the mud,
Contemplating the strain.
Rather than asking why,
Or the distance that remains,
I pull because I must.

Because each step forward is an answer,
And a question.

My work is not only in the temporal swamps of the earth,
But in the dark waters of the mind.
The labor brings glimmers of wisdom,
But the journey will never be done,
Until the final, straining step.

I am water buffalo.