drinking from a river
good, hard, run
a hike, through the woods, barefoot
ploughing a field
shoveling coal into the furnace of a train
emptying yourself, pulling the stuffing out of yourself, the way your sister used to tear the fluff out of your stuffed animals.
an old Yankee farmer, ploughing his field, and pulling out the rocks. He puts the rocks into a wheelbarrow, and takes them to the edge of the field. There, one by one, he piles the rocks on top of each other, fitting each into the other, perfectly, like the pieces of a puzzle, and he builds a stone wall. The rocks are words, or sentences.