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.