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