plum
There's a certain time when
the right moment of sweetness
is ripe for the taking,
the plum
Like when the artist
has achieved his final strokes
on a canvas
and knowing when to stop
the plum
as the mason has drawn
his line
to smooth the skin
of rock and water
the plum
as the farmer digs
and
digs,
and
digs,
through the soil
to plant the seed of
the plum
the act
might be slight,
different for its purpose
but the lines are drawn, pulled
from the vines under my skin -
"there's no more that I can do?" I breathe
out a divine whisper. I get up from my chair
and walk down the hall into the kitchen, there
on the table..fruit, I reach and take a bite,
Ah..it is Good!
plum