My patch of Earth is hard and soft,
the wavy fragrant blades
a forgiving green ocean
inviting me to spill my dreams.
My patch of Earth is hard and soft
like my heart
when it was young
plump, fertile, and teeming with activity,
yet time became my teammate
And together we pushed its air up
and its life deep.
My patch of Earth is hard and soft.
It pines patiently for aeration
roots for nutrients
churns for love
advocates for attention,
a tender shoot
alive
and infinite in years.
My patch of Earth is hard and soft.
It begs to cultivate something,
and I lie on it
flat out
fertilizing
nurturing
sun shining on my face.
By Andrea Hanson Kelley
Friday, October 8, 2010
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