a poem for pluto

Image of Pluto from planetary.org

Pluto

Deep in the cavernous parts of our being

There exists the one who tends to matters

That are not always so easy to face

These caverns, this darkness 

is illuminated in moments of

Usually forced upon circumstances

That take us into the depths of our soul

The inward spiral 

Purging,

Regenerating,

Healing,

Being open to the the less to the enlightening experience

Of understanding the ruthless cycles of 

Life and death. 

Pluto is always in service to the process of 

Fermentation

The hot, sticky, smelly goop 

That is crucial

To feeding the microbes 

Which feed the microbes

And create rich, dark, fertile soils

The humble and necessary

Life giving element

Which sustains our growth

As long as we continue

To feed it.