Reaching into the water,
My fingertips meet every single lentil
When rinsing lentils,
I become my grandmother
I cannot help but be brought to stillness
by the sensation
The swishing
The draining
Each lentil in its own whitewater adventure
And I adventure
To the village my feet have never stepped foot in
The village of my grandmother
Who I feel more connected to now than when she was alive
Every time I rinse lentils
