Soil Song
By Ross C. Hamilton
I feel the earth, warm and fertile,
trying to grow my fingers
as through the loam and mulch,
my hands delve in quest of meaning.
Is this an answer to a modern disease?
A means to best the degradation of our soul
by feeling the earth's blood
crumble through our fingers?
The question, unasked,
goes unanswered, as I
plunge my hand in the soil once more,
to simply enjoy the feeling.
Ross C. Hamilton
2009
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