Kneeling on crappy dirt
I dig a hole and make a nest
of good soil, take a marigold
from its seedling tray,
loosen its roots a little,
and nestle it in its new living place.
We choose what we nurture.
I mean it to brighten my street,
but it takes root in me, too.
What we do grows in us.
Every day I kneel on soil—
rich or poor, it’s dirt—
and remember:
this is a place for my ashes.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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