My blood is sloshing past my ears
like water through a sluice box,
I’m waiting for gold,
to catch on the riffles,
blood born riches,
pounding past yesterday.
A little vocabulary support. In small claim gold mining (aka PLACER mining), the miners commonly make sluice boxes, which are chutes to pour water/dirt/mud to capture the fine gold. It’s more efficient than panning (which is basically swooshing water/dirt/mud in a bowl). Here’s a site that shows sluices and how they work. There are slats along the run of the sluice to capture the rocks and gold; these are the riffles. Gold is heavy, so it (and magnetite) will always catch in the riffles, then it’s a matter of separating the gold and magnetite. We had friends who were placer miners in northern BC. They used machinery and sluices to work through tons of gravel and a bountiful summer’s hard labour was about a cup of gold, much of it no more that powdery flakes.
A cup o’gold? I’d shake hands with the leprechaun who did that much work, for several ounces.
So. Much. Work.
Not to mention a family of 5 with 3 kids under 5 (including a newborn!) in a 15X15 cabin!
Wow, I got to read another of your amazing poems AND I learned something new today! Life couldn’t get better than that! Thanks, Shawn!