A single pea in a pod

The others dropped out

Alone with the night sky

Alone with the traffic sounds

I roll in my pod

and look for a hug

but I am alone

I swing myself in my pod

rolling left, rolling right

until I drop out of it too

and land in Your hand

There you place me in a bowl

amongst a hundred peas

This sadness brought me out of my shell

and into a friendly bowl of green peas

I am one amongst many

and soon you serve us to the poor

like mash potatoes

like chicken

like green peas

and as I prepare to die

I exhale and hug my neighbour

we get crushed together by a child

eating with gusto