Sink your hand into the loamslowly. Allowthe rasp and scrape of buried pebbles, bitsof brick, mortar, snail shells, nailsfrom a lost house of a lost centuryto slide by your hand. Allowthe slugs and earthworms.Allow the dirt.Sink deeper.Sink to your wrist.The earth will grant you this, it is heavywith last night’s rain, the earth is wet … Continue reading How to Garden in the Family Graveyard in Zebulon, North Carolina: A New Poem by Brooke Baker Belk