clean (this soil, my air)

Inspired by the phrase ‘form’d from this soil, this air’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman.

This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

too long
have I
neglected

too few
the times

my hand
has reached
to smooth the soil

I know my soul
seeks balm
and I know
where I
should seek it

but
too often my gaze
is filtered
through a rippled pane

and so often I wish
I could see
in the garden
a proof

evidence
of my own working

a bootprint
and a plant beside it
growing green
as I’d desired

succour for a heart
rising
right from my soil

breathing my air

releasing me

clean

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