Growing Things

There is something growing in our gravel pit.
A growing thing.
A little bean growing in our gravel pit.
It doesn’t look like a bean yet,
it doesn’t look like much at all
but it is growing, (I know because I eagerly scrutinise it every morning).

Move the rocks.
Crack open the rusted-over gates of the earth.
Plant a seed -

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grow little bean grow.

And oh the joy of the first sign of life emerging from the ground!
Green breaking through brown.
A bean in a gravel pit.

And for us it may as well be the Botanical gardens.
It is our marvel, our pride, our hope and joy.
And it carries all the promise of the Amazon rainforest
in its unfolding, fragile leaves.

My garden.
My heart.
M community.
My belly.