A Free Verse Poem
Dip a finger in the dirt
to see if the plant needs more water.
Lick the loam from the nail,
enjoy the brackish flavor.
It doesn’t taste as good as coffee
but only just.
a thing of beauty grows in that soil,
constantly reaching toward the light,
not rotated frequently enough,
or maybe there just isn’t enough light available,
so it has to reach.
The dirt seems moist enough for now,
but it will need to be monitored again tomorrow.