We can never know about the days to come
but we think about them anyway.
And I wonder if I’m
really with ready to eat you now
or just chasing after some finer day.
I’ve never managed to grow a watermelon before, but right now there are maybe a half dozen moon-and-stars melons out there in the garden. I’m out there checking on them, first weekly and now daily, like little unborn babies growing bigger and rounder and nearer to their due date.
Tell me, Internet, how do I tell when these things are ripe? The one in this picture is bigger than a basketball. They all sound alike when I thump them. Should the vine start to dry up? I don’t want to miss out on sticky, juicy, melony goodness. In fact I want to have a watermelon party and invite some friends and family over to partake.
And tomorrow we might not be together
I’m no prophet, I don’t know nature’s ways.
So I’ll try and see into your
eyes rind right now
and stay right here, ’cause these are the good old days.
With apologies to Carly Simon.