Isn’t that like us?

by saltwaterseamstress

Standing in your kitchen, slicing away at

supermarket peppers. Those waxy ones,

so red you wonder

“what was the higher power thinking here?”

And their seeds spill

rolling around helplessly on the cutting board.

Is it like a fish out of water?

Or is it more like waking from a long sleep?

In this moment of release I imagine a craving

It’s the one I have for salt water

It’s a desire for a small hill of soil warm and

safe. A space to break open.

“Seeds are little packages of possibility”

Someone, somewhere must have said that

once before. I scrap the little opportunities

into my fingers, sprinkling them away.