This summer The Well is featuring a series of poems by women. Ruth Goring invites you to approach them curiously and meditatively.
by Marilyn Nelson
Thank you for these tiny
particles of ocean salt,
for the infinite,
For algae spores
and fungus spores,
bonded by vital
mutual genetic cooperation,
from equator to pole.
My hand, my arm,
make sweeping circles.
Dust climbs the ladder of light.
For this infernal, endless chore,
for these eternal seeds of rain:
Thank you. For dust.
© from The Fields of Praise: New and Selected Poems
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