tomatoes poem

Dear friend, they say tomatoes ripen in the darkness. As sunlight streams into the kitchen window long legged tomato seedlings arch their back turn their first two leaves to the sun's fire. Arching sunward open mouthed, I swallow sunfire light. These plants green up, leaf out and grow so tall. Blossom. I too turn sunward, open mouthed, swallowing sunfire light. Touch. Taking your hand I will guide you through the darkness. Blossom. In the morning you will shine with sunfire light. Yes, you, illuminating the world.