Secrets of Tomato
Who savors an heirloom
Knows to genuflect
Of nature, of human hand.
Knows just a pinch,
Is just enough
Talk or vindication.
The kitchen table sleeps in snatches,
Wakes if elbows grace its lip.
A table that knows too many fists
Is cheered if blanketed by sounds
Of different ages, cheered when covered
By spring onions and bread and salt.
Published in Still Against War/Poems for Marie Ponsot