be humble as soil
note to self

you’ll return to soil sooner
than you think, so why
not be humble now?
soil’s a marvel—holds
moisture and sustenance
feeds plants that nourish
doesn’t deserve the
dismissive name “dirt”
it’s fertile with minerals
and microscopic biome
that break you down
reduce you to fare for
what’s next—redwood or
oak, carrots or quinoa
you are no more nor less
than the miracle of soil

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.