Endless soilβ€Šβ€”β€Ša poem

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I rediscovered my typewriter recently. A Royal Quiet De Luxe typewriter that is anything but quiet in the calm of the early morning.

It is attached to a raggedy black box, worn along all the edges from travels I never went on. Yet the contents of the box take me to places I have a hard time going otherwise.

My typewriter is the only place I can write without hesitation.

I was reminded of this again this morning when I opened up the box and noticed some scrap paper nestled behind the typewriter. It held a poem I wrote on May 23, 2016.

As a soil scientist, I can only imagine I was thinking about soil at the time (because I am always thinking about soil). But now I see that the poem is a call to connect with more than just the soil itself. It is a call to build community for and with the soil; for and with each other.

hidden below

the glow

of the sun

deep beneath our feet

stretching far and wide


further than imagined

further than predicted

further, much further

than most are willing to go

beyond the lines

we drew for ourselves

beyond the fear

we grew for each other

all the way down there

where most never thought to look

and many, so many

never will

but us?

we search,


Yamina Pressler is a soil scientist and educator in San Luis Obispo, CA. You can learn more about her love for soil at www.yaminapressler.com and www.fortheloveofsoil.org.

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