Pods, once yellow, long, and juicy, now shrivelled
and dirty-cream coloured, plucked from brittle stalks.
Potential of Ceres alive within each
bold black seed our fingers squeeze out.
Heat and humidity, light and time
welcome the goddess back to Earth.
She takes her place.
A tender stem reaches up,
roots take hold, a strong strand
with delicate leaves stretches to the sun.
Tendrils twist, sticky-wrap support,
and bloom to create abundance.
A process so ancient I often
forget a single idea’s power.
c. 2015 Bernadette Wagner