I squat down on the wrong side of the house

where the electric meter lives.

Legs effortlessly folded over flat

butt behind feet

back bent forward to balance my tiny body.

I pick through the wet grass

so small and close

to the blades,

it feels as if I am looking through a microscope.

Bugs and dirt live here.

The chain linked fence behind me

lets rays of sun peek through solid burgundy slats

like they're leaning in to tell me a secret.

I reach down to pull out translucent bright green stems

tops yellow with flowers

roots drop the soil

that held them up.

I taste it.