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.