morning meditation

tomato blossomsMorning Meditation

Iā€™ve been watching the tomato
potted on my deck, pushing
up and out its lush laterals
deep into summer and lacy as a fan

climbing and quivering across the cage
guiding its expanding explosion
into such green, so thick, I nearly despaired
of flower or fruit. And suddenly ā€“ it seems ā€“

abundant late-growth yellow spurts
cluster toward shy small orbs of promise.
We all need both sturdy base and time
from which to create what feeds us.

swb