September 2, 2006

for Benjamin

On September
second when you
were four years old,
your hand in mine,
we walked around
the garden plot.
Sunflowers lit
sprawling pumpkins –
you caught crickets,
a fat brown toad,
said the word look.
Navigating
color, design,
human being –
you translated
(prima facie)
the sense of things.
Then to harvest
anticipation –
a bounty feast:
snap peas, green beans,
orange carrots,
broccoli trees,
a cucumber.
Back home, we ate
our gatherings
in company –
sipping peach iced
tea merrily.