Earthy Desire

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The relationship one has with Earth.

 

Untouched for ten years

It awakened at the first shovel's sharp.

 

Coarse, warm, pure, rich,

Deliciously nourishing,

Devastatingly undiscriminative.

 

Once more it received,

The seeds I gave, the bulbs I laid

The same way it had.

 

For years, silently it took in

seeds no one intended,

leaves dropped by indifferent wind,

roots spread from wandering roots.

 

Not one rejection,

Absorbed in its worm

Turned compost to waiting nourishment.

 

When I turned over the surface,

The inside opened showing everything it kept.

 

It sighed,

the end of longing.

Choose Your Path 

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