Earthworm

As children we’d incarcerate
These blind miniature snakes
Inside the fist’s solitary confinement
Then marvel at their Braille-
Reading nose always finding the escape-
Hole between pointer-finger and thumb. Later,

Our fascination with their five hearts
Inspired us to raise the squirming
Earring of them to our ear lobes
In hopes of hearing a few notes
From the neck’s orchestra of organs…
Until, a grade or two further—learning

Of the amazing tail regeneration
After bird scissors it below midriff—
We saw how our awe for these earthy eels
Would , too, always regenerate to squirm
Through the brain’s gray matter
Despite all the packed asphalt of our learning

So that, maybe, we might trust
That continued urge to emerge
With flashlights rainy nights
To wander the gravel drive
And rescue these near-drowned beings
Into the ICU of compost pile—

Where, kneeling, now, as they burrow
Through eggs and coffee grounds,
We finally digest the miracle
Of a million of these slick,
Soil factories below each tilled acre
Replacing two inches of dirt

Each growing season;
And with soil scabbing our knees
And our own fingers worming
Into dirt, feel a like blessedness—
A birth—in our own blind returning
To our beloved earth