This poem was written because I was thinking about the stack of the plates in my cabinet, but it fit just perfectly with a challenge I read about on On the Land that comes from another interesting blog – What the Ducks! – 2016 is the International Year of the Bean. Laugh if you want, but I bet you eat a lot of them and you like them.
The plates stacked in the cabinet. I open
the door to find them as I left them
orderly and uninterested in what I have to offer them
which is to take them down set them on the table
fill them with food I have cooked. Again. Tonight
Nothing new, they seem
to say to me, can’t you come up with anything
more exciting than
beans. We are glazed in bright colors
and shiny and we deserve once in a while
to present something thrilling
but instead we are given
I shrug. I like beans.
think that over as I stack you in the dishwasher
after dinner. Talk about it among yourselves
if you can be heard above
the rush of the cascading water and the motor
and the thumping beat of the twirling sprayer arm
Doesn’t matter to me.
I like beans.