Today, I am compost.
Layered by the grief
Of unvaccinated waste
Lying amid the rubble of lives lost.
Today, I am compost. Children trapped in desks
breathing pestilential air,unprotected and neglected.
Today, I am compost turned over and inside out, beside myself until I am transformed into advocacy.
Then, place me on the fields of souls reaching for the sun of compassion, truth, and justice.
Today, I am compost; watered by tears, heated by fears of the loss of democracy.
But, not for long. Spring is coming. We got this.
annarino writes 