the core of the apple
the crusty heel of bread
the stem of the daisy
the sun’s very first ray
the speckles of sand that make up the rock we’re all sitting on
the eyes of a newborn
the melody in a bird’s song
the fur on my cat
the scales of a goldfish as it swims circles in it’s bowl
the souls of a million lost ghosts
the wind that makes the air blow warm
the dewdrops freshly splattered on the lawn
the apple pie as it cools on the windowsill
for the salt of the earth
is not some forgotten mineral
to be dug out from under some petrified tree
the salt of the earth
is sitting here
holding hands with me.