Two Radishes

Awhile ago, he uncurled his fingers to reveal two pink-red-purple orbs resting in his palm 

Radishes – just for me – I slice and sprinkle with salt

The next day, he gingerly cradles the first strawberries 

Careful not to bruise their sweetness

After that, two handfuls –

One pinching a bouquet of cilantro

The other, my ancestor dill.

Today he carries a bowl brimming with sweet, green peapods

And tomorrow, his hands will be stained beet-red with sticky, mulberry juice.

What gifts his hands bring forth!