carpe poem #5

I admit I have been slowing down. I've been distracted lately. It sometimes takes too much to try to write a poem, and it sometimes comes pouring out as easily as spilling water. Here is a poem I had worked on before. Thanks for reading.

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Worm

I was sorry

to disturb the pale

body as I raked 

the overdue leaves.

Having made its bed

in the wet dark,

it had snacked on earth in secret

and earth, passing, covered it.  

Imagine its surprise

in being suddenly illuminated,

gasping like a root

green-shooted and denuded

to the unbearable atmosphere

that I commanded with my task. 

Imagine my surprise

in being thus discovered,

my appetite raked

up by His gardening work,

breathlessly squirming under

the saturated sky. 

Disposed to disposal, 

as dust is to dust,

in what earthen vessel

could I compost a most

fertile burrow while He, bending 

down, knuckles like mountains,

bowed His sun-face into my horizon,

and divined the number of my segments?