celery stalk

Snap of a celery stalk.
Rush of cold, cleansing water
Through the chute
Into the sink.

Fractions of flavor
On a chopping board divided-
Green and white,
Fresh and crisp.

With vegetable velocity,
The shining blade
Severs each cord,
Compact.

One string plucked
Can form a tone,
Delicate and sweet,
But a cord of three strands
Is less easily broken.

And celery,
By nature bound,
Upon breaking
Releases a battle cry,
Cacophonous crunch.