Poem by Reana Kovalcik

Through this soil, we connect
 
Hard work, yes
Good work, honest work
but these hands are humble, too
Planting and pulling food
straight from the belly of the earth
in the hopes that it goes on to fill other bellies
in other places
Perhaps even now
hands that have never touched the soil
are touching the earth
through me
as they lovingly embrace
a fresh peach or pear or plum
So too, do they embrace me.
 

Reana Kovalcik lives and works in Washington DC, where she leads communications for a sustainable agriculture-focused organization. Reana is a lifelong lover of literature, writing, and poetry.

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