Hashbrowns

Your roots go deep,
ancestry of tubers.

Seeing through darklness,
multitudinous eyes
drug into blinding light,
scrubbed, skinned,
shredded into
raindrops of spudding wisdom.

Kiss of hot iron and butter
elevates you
to culinary delight.

Wholesome tater,
golden amber sunshine,
passing into
my vast humid darkness
to begin to see again.