Soaked in warm water overnight, brown
ovals and white ovals (two small bowls) have swollen.
Plumped for soil. Primed for sprouting.
With hoe, I drag a groove two inches deep
and make six rows. With garden hose
I fill the troughs with water, sprinkle in
natural fertilizer. Then I drop the beans,
one variety at a time, one every six inches,
and catch myself counting. Counting.
I’ve already counted the days to beans
so they will be ready to pick and can before
that camping trip. Now I count hoe strikes
necessary to cover the beans, and hoe tamps
to hold the soil firm during beans’ first rain.
While I am scattered seeds, un earthed.