Hide N’ Seek
I go outside and start to play, gently palm
leaves of green away, to seek, find and tag
you’re it and put them in my basket.
My fingers gently feel for bean, long and lean
to eat for dinner tonight, but everything feels the same
until I touch a worm on the plant’s central frame.
I bend over and train my eyes to search for the ones which hide
in between the matching yellow-green limbs, they cling with tenacity,
determined not to be found, washed, and pinched.
The ones that didn’t win the game of hide n’ seek
are bound into a pot of steam, cooked, buttered,
to become the theme of our garden’s gift cuisine.