POEM: ‘Planted’


My home is the soil I carry with me, 

the dirt I made myself 

from the food I didn’t finish 

cut ends that didn’t go into the soup 

fruit that molded too soon. 

Energy cannot be created or destroyed, 

only transformed. 

My plants and I dine from the same menu 

then in exchange 

I eat a leaf or flower 

or sometimes a true fruit 

and we are one. 

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