Day 24: compost
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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.
Compost limerick
(To sing as I do yard work 😜)
There once was a daughter of dirt,
who loved to eat garden dessert-
veggie ends and fruit peels,
old leftover meals,
until Autumn she hit a growth spurt!
The world deeply moves me
yet I learned to keep
composure, to stay
put together
while potent feelings
stirred inside me
I didn’t know
how to feel them
to create conditions
for them to breakdown
into fertile soil
to nourish my growth
I’m learning to compost
break cycles feeding my landfill
make new cycles that give life
I give my feelings air
tend to them lovingly
so they can decompose
I let them deeply move me