Earth Therapy For Me
The strangers came and went into the house.
I barely noticed; my dirt had just been delivered.
A truck load of rich, black, northern Iowa farm soil.
I threw myself down and laid in it for a bit, soaking it up.
I love earth more than most; dirt therapy keeps me happy.
I will make two gardens out of it eventually, but right now
At this second I am lying in my fine dirt, resting my eyes.
My husband told me later the strangers were looking.
In a few months this earth would be a garden of vegetables.
Carrots, cucumbers, radishes, squash, peas, and lettuce.
There might be a bit of renegade corn, as it came from Iowa.
But at this second I lay on the earth, feeling her love.
My opened after a bit and I began to plan.
The other garden would be flowers. Geraniums, marigolds, roses.
I reached for my sketchbook and began to make a list.
I laughed at myself; it was a joyful day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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