Trying to time planting my roma beans,

wanting maturity when I’ll be home to harvest,

is like working a puzzle, one of my weaker talents.

Can I compare life to a large bowl of cooked beans;

can I time my coming and going as if I’m actually in charge;

is harvest a mere puzzle that one must hone her talents

toward. The harvest of beans, a talent one may learn,

but the beans, the rain, the moon are all in charge

of maturity dates. 

–Melva Sue