Wednesday, July 15, 2015

berry begging

i take the bowl you made for me                         
and go out to beg berries
from the blackberry vines
fasting and barefoot
it is a meditation
an exercise in mindfulness
and self-restraint
i step carefully
to avoid damaging the vines
and my bare feet
moving slowly
heeding hundreds of prickly warnings
each fat, sun-warmed berry i gather
is a temptation resisted
i give thanks for each one
as it drops into my stained hands
and place it gently in the bowl
tonight, love, we will share their sweetness