Nutrition

The child eats dirt
It tastes like home
Or an imagined home
Where there are no orphans.
Earth is organic and
Whole
Delicious
Crunchy
Fortuitous.
He carries vials of
Sweet topsoil
In his backpack
Hoping for seasons and
Gardens.

© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Photo: Carla Antonini