Tomatoes

By Thursday we believe tomatoes will
Begin to sprout along the vines and grow;
But for the moment everything seems still
And so all seems relaxed, although we know
Beneath the surface something's going on.
The last of last year's crop is almost gone
And we are hoping soon something will change.
If nothing sprouts, who knows what we will do
But let's not borrow trouble. It seems strange
That we rely so much on something new
Arising from what is so far inert
And cannot act ourselves. Therefore we wait
Watching with bated breath the hopeful dirt;
I pray that the tomatoes are not late.