Chillies drying, June, 2015
Thought I was drying some freshly home-grown chillies.
Thought I was laying them out spread out to dry well.
No aesthetic engagement was entered.
The table cloth onto which the tray was placed was already there.
The rectangular format was provided by the tray's shape.
Its length by breadth was a given.
For all this innocent life action,
This modest foray into urban agriculture,
This acknowledgement to our neighbour's kindness in gifting this plant
So that we wouldn't need to watch the fresh bright chillies suddenly wondering
The effort in having come so far and then be left to shrink and darken forgotten.
My thoughts and actions and considerations
Merely the vehicle by which
Life would imitate art.