First poem for class

The Lettuce of Optimism

I wake at 8 not 7, late. I must
work 8 not 7 hours, I am
late, I will not get home till 8 or 7.

Can I make a sandwich?

I open my white fridge and see colours, bulbs
of red, orange, yellow bursting out, abundant.

And from shelf to top the space is filled with bursting green.
A living butter lettuce, green life pulsing from its living roots.

When I bought this lettuce I believed I could make lunch
and feed myself, frugally and beautifully.

In honour to the lettuce I make a colourful sandwich.

I work 6:15 hours.