We planted peas in a large aluminum bucket, placing seeds over layers of dead branches and lush soil from our yard; we mounted and positioned the tin centrally to receive the most sun (isn’t that something we all need?).
We watered it when it didn’t rain, let it dry between drenchings, and when a frost came and went, then another, we provided sanctuary in our home to the budding pulse (another something we all need).
Our new life reminds me–amidst the doldrum, the drudgery, the death–that we are the world-builders, each of us, and that our capacity to make change extends beyond what our leaders have told us.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Comments (5)
Hi kp!!! I very much enjoyed reading your poem. It is so insightful and so comforting. I especially appreciated the line about sanctuary. Shouldn't we all be providing comfort for those around us especially those that are struggling and suffering and looking for a better life. Your heart and your soul and your compassion comes through in your writing. I have subscribed to you and I look forward to reading more of your works.
That's amazing your work is very inspiring 😊 I really appreciate your observing power
Some deep and positive observations
This was so lovely!
Build those worlds one tiny snap pea at a time and watch the microcosms growing around it! Nice job!