Robyn Sarah
Pause for Breath
“Lowly”
Second stanza of a meditation on earthworms…
It is mute.
It abides in the dark, under porches.
It operates below ground
its tunnelings aerate.
It thrives on decay —
each day
casts many times its weight
in black gold,
giving back better than it takes.
It is the sign of living earth.
And so for day 2948
07.01.2015