Sweet

The land beneath my feet is my bread

It is complicated in its recipe

I have toiled over its composition

I have sunk my hands into its depth

It is my pain and my pleasure

It is what I consume every day

My back aches from its administrations

I fight to not walk away from it

I take it for granted, even though

It is my sustenance and provides for me

I woke up to chores that I didn’t want to do

And realized this morning that my land is my cake…

And so I would see it for how precious it is,

God frosted it for me.