Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2014 | Page 10

Still Life with Watermelon and Grapes Onnyx Bei Proverbs 20:4 “The sluggard does not plow in the autumn; he will seek at harvest and have nothing.” I curl up in my favorite chair and watch the full moon rise until she hides behind the city walls. The clock ticks in my head because I know you’ll soon be home and I haven’t cut the watermelon or washed the grapes. I’d like to moon-bathe in stillness, but I hear my mother’s voice: time is not for sale, and the watermelon and grapes will not cut and wash themselves. So I get up from my moonlit nook before you come home to find me wondering where the time went, remembering my mother who worked too much for me to care too little, who quoted Proverbs and added: you give me more gray hair each day. Now the gray on my head reminds me of the sacrifices she made, while I cut the watermelon and wash the grapes. 10