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with thanks to Heidi
 
 
It is not the best raspberry.
There have been berries sweeter,
more perfectly formed,
berries I’ve harvested
warm from the bush,
berries that have made me
close my eyes and rhapsodize
about the perfect, juicy,
bulbous joy of raspberry.
Still, this small and fragile fruit
packaged in a plastic shell
sings ripe and red on my tongue,
and on this January morning
it brings news of sunshine somewhere.
I delight in its tartness, its bite.
Bless what is good enough.
Not only bless but cherish—
Cherish this good enough morning
with its good enough fruit
in this kitchen cleaned well enough
for this good enough woman
living into the good enough day,
my mouth slightly puckered,
taste of raspberry still bright
on my tongue.
 

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In early October, after the frost,

but before the long white weight of snow,

 

wade waist-deep in the raspberry thicket,

when the air is cold and the sun is low

 

and there is yet gold on the mesa’s hills,

all glitter and tremble and shine, and hiding

 

beneath the still green leaves are swollen red berries,

few enough that to find one feels like earning a prize,

 

but abundant enough to lure you deeper in,

despite the brambles, the snags on your sweater,

 

the scratches into your hands. There is no way

to be anywhere but here. The day moves no faster

 

than shadows can grow and hunger is a thing

that can be sated. The light meets you

 

exactly where you are and gives itself to you

and asks nothing in return.

 

 

 

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