Yesterday was a tough day, but I’m home! It’s going to take some time to recover but I’ll get there. Sometimes patience and acceptance are required to undergo a difficult passage....This is another one of my favorite poems. Decay and breaking of old structures are sometimes a necessary for new life.
Root Cellar
by Theodore Roethke
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath