By | 1 November 2015

When I lift the lid of the bin and see
the flick and coil of worms
as they dive from the light
my heart is lifted

and as I sit at my desk it comforts me
to think upon their quiet continual digestive work

the way they turn a mess of matter into earth,
the way that dead and failed and fragmentary things
can be transformed into fertility.

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