Day 24: compost

a poem a day in the month of may

Friends,

I’d love to know: where do you write your poems? What kinds of sacred spaces have you created in your home? Whether you are writing poetry alongside us or you have a special place to read or think, what is that for you? I’d love to know in the comments!

Today’s word is compost.

Compost

I saw a video recently

of a man promising

a new gadget that 

sits right on the 

countertop of 

people who can

pay $500 for a 

brand new gadget that

gets you composted

material in only

four hours.

Four hours and all

those food scraps

become the soil

you place in your garden.

Meanwhile,

my friend Suzan

puts her scraps

straight in the garden,

moving only her

body and not her money,

walking to the back yard

to fill her soil

with eggshells

and banana peels.

She’d balk at the

technology,

turn her nose up

at an economy that

once again promises

quick results.

Meanwhile, I research

worms and buckets

and the best way to tend

to my own soil,

the best way to care

for my own yard and 

my own plants,

and along the way,

perhaps also wondering how

to find myself without so many gadgets.