justwrite 23 october

Sunday veggie the righteous the kindness of nutrients well spent in colorful array these are the delicious the prayers answered from the soil toiling in agreement with the sun the rain and captain planet by the power of grayskull and other references passing strange rearranged into sense into salad days we glaze our health with dressings the poppy seeds pressing through teeth and into gums the bob evans slums the rocking chair arms waiting room porches and the rest of the breakfast crowd loudly mumbling stomachs grumbling after church and before Monday the apple crumb day we are back we are tracking to the ground the dark brown which is natural and dirty the morning-thirty time best to work in gardens before the sun hardens beneath our feet in discreet rows the leaves show their readiness to go forth into stir fries to surprise mayonnaise at its own game the battle for potluck unstuck from the ground situation we offer up destinations like blue ceramic bowls and Tupperware holds the celery stalks its refrigerated station and the plums are already gone but the onions sing a song of earthy depth way down in the clear plastic hold to have and to embolden sauces the toss is up the coin comes down and we bow in recognition of the more than reasonable new conditions set forth of course by a well-meaning do-gooder who suggests we pass tests with more nutritious marks our shots in the dark aren’t quite as healthy and it’s true we’re not wealthy enough for pineapple appetizers but other surprises keep our table on topic sweetened with color these are the rainbows we explode all over the screen we mean well the ink spells out ingredients and the land the grocery fills the poetential as we multiply the elements and create new formulas the two parts to the three and the garlic and the cheese we are wary of sanitary cleanliness the ugly apples are the best the peppers passed over by the rest are going into this basket the shrine of farmer’s market time we see greens and hold them crisply close the bagels the plants and most other shades of homemade dairy glaring out in bright joy having and holding an image delivered not into indifferent kitchens welcome and be glad we have had nothing like this before this tomato restored to sunlight glory sliced in splendid offering on a whiteplastic cutting board the juices scoring lines across the map collapsing in surprise the seeds surmising the future will be different than imagined but hardly is it tragedy I lift it up and gladly toss with green and the scene closes on a rosy view of healthy wealthy wise