My heart was with the wild
raspberries because the blackberries
had fiercer thorns, less sugar,
and bigger skirts of poison ivy.
It was as if someone had left a window open.
My hair blew like curtains
as I stood before Mill Creek
where the raspberry canes looped like green garden hoses
or straw for an enormous basket.
Then I watched
a small snapping turtle swim beside his mother
until she submerged, as a mother will
when she seeks the cool depths.
I tossed raspberries into my mouth
as fast as I could pick them, thinking:
this must be how a bear lards up for winter
or how a pirate feels when he stuffs
beaded goblets into his sack.
Better than any pie these were,
but when I tasted spider web on one,
I knew I had been caught
in my greed. Moderation in all things,
sighed the wise. All the sweetness
you can seize, laughed the thief.
1 Comment
This was a brisk poem that refreshes the mind and renews one’s faith in nature and nurture.
cudos!