Posted in Uncategorized, tagged garden, poem, poetry, radish, time, waiting on July 11, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Pulling the long red radish bulbs
from the garden, I marvel
at their pinkness, rub off the dirt,
bite into the crisp white flesh.
There are few tastes that bite
just right this way—make the mouth
happy to be a mouth and it teaches me,
without trying, that sometimes
when we wait too long,
a thing turns bitter. But oh, get
the timing right, my god, it’s sweet.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged parenting, poem, poetry, radish, time on May 18, 2015| 2 Comments »
not for their taste
but because they sprout first
we plant the radish seeds—
meanwhile I say to the clock,
slower, please, just a little bit slower