Putting the Garden In
June 8 2022
Dirt is the gritty brown stuff
you track into the house
or comes with the dog.
Sand, dust, gloppy mud.
Lifeless.
A violation
of the notion of in vs out.
Who knows what it's been up to
or where it's from.
While soil is alive,
rich
with microscopic life,
worms, fungi, viruses.
Bacteria
that might cure cancer
or kill us all with plague.
An intricate skein of roots
and decomposing organics.
Here, outside
the life of the planet.
And between these walls
dark, sterile, dry.
Make a mess
in my mother's inner sanctum
and get the evil eye
find yourself grounded.
Wet black soil
cupped in my hands.
I bring it to my nose
and inhale the loamy scent,
imagine its complexity
and what will grow.
Sun, earth, air.
Plants, as if by magic
feeding on light
in rich fertile soil.
Words have meaning.
Honour them.
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