Like the Soil

I haven’t written a whole lot of poetry these past few years, and sometimes I feel guilty about that–like I should be more prolific. This poem came out as a response against my own sense of shame.

I am not
a tickertape.
I cannot simply spit out
a constant stream 
of carefully crafted words. 

I am more like the soil
that receives the seed
that sits in darkness for a time,

nurturing in the depths
until it is 
time
to break forth.