The Raspberry


Walking down
a wooded
trail
towering patches
of raspberry bushes
line
left to right
start
grabbing
handfuls
to fill the silver
pail
looking up
there is this one
just out of reach
stretching
notice how big
the drupelets are
how much juice
filled within each
licking lips
stretching again
almost there
to one's fingertips
nudging it as it moves
holding breath
finally
having one's fingers around it
with a smile
you pop it into your mouth

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I have always enjoyed putting my thoughts and ideas on paper. When I write I tend to bring out being within a moment in time, such as a raspberry, to find so delicate and precious. How many times we go for the fullest and juiciest raspberry. As one reaches for it, a slight nudge and it falls to the depths of the ground below. To enjoy having the smallest memory such as this is priceless.