grateful harvest

grateful harvest
2021

almost black soil
leaves wilted yellow
I tug the plant’s trunk
it holds on then lets go

expose many tubers
from marble to palmful
dig hands into the bounty
they hide here and there

shake loose the soil
inhale scent of humus

think of my people
seven generations gone
suffering famine 
in the isles

I praise each potato
thirty-nine pounds!
thankful for plenty
coming fall and winter