with thanks to Artful for the fabulous starts
Last year’s potatoes—
small red fists
with stubby white shoots—
they have something
to teach the heart about
unclenching,
about how to find something of value
in their own darkness
something that knows how to reach
toward the light,
something that when faced
with darkness again
will reach even farther
until they become
astonishingly prolific, alive.