As Green as the Earth

 

 As green as the earth

the 18-gallon plastic container

you bought at WalMart

for 6 bucks and change plus 50 cents

for fine black fiberglass screening

to cover the 10 round 1-inch drain holes

evenly spaced

2 on each short side

and 3 on the long ones

that you and I drilled

as if we could impose order

on a pack of wild worms

close to the fridge

out of the traffic flow

the most beautiful object in the kitchen

except for the no-stick frying pan

that gleams like jet

for rectangles never top circles

and green plastic can’t outshine Teflon

and anyway the best part is inside

where 500 red worms

are eating what we do not want

like broccoli stems and last week’s beans

and apple cores turning to compost

inside that green plastic container

that is a lot like the earth

but it’s a box and isn’t the earth

blue and round

but it’s the air that looks blue from space

and I guess it does from here too

but you can’t see much alive

from up there except

the Great Wall of China which isn’t even

and the twinkles of cities

that could almost be stars except

then you’d be looking the wrong way

and you could never be sure

but I can open the bin

and pull out some dirt

and see our 500 worms

and they don’t even bite

and they eat all the leftovers

without ever sneaking

just one more piece of chocolate

just to even it up

cuz you never notice 1 one bite

but many ones you do

and after all you’re 4 months

pregnant and the bank manager

tells me the employee on the phone

is 4 months too and now I feel real bad

that I mentioned Nuremburg reflexively

when she explained that she was

just following orders

but that was Friday

and now it’s Saturday night

and we built today

the new worm composter

the second most beautiful thing in the kitchen

except when you are there

because you hold in your belly

the promise that grows with every meal

while the worms eat what we do not

and your belly is rounder and more perfect

than a no-stick Teflon frying pan

and your eyes are greener than the earth

and my love for you is older than worms

as old as dirt and like compost

because it remakes the world every day

more fertile

with the possibility of new life

and another spring.

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