In the berry patch with juice on my chin,
the taste of sunshine and green hills
soaking through my taste buds
into my bones, I hold decades
of stories emnedded in my soul
just as the soil beneath my bare feet
holds the history of this land.
I immerse myself in this moment
of sweetness here in this bitter time
when our earth seems so broken;
when hope is often as faded as
blue sky in the intensity of June
morning sun; and when we
struggle to find our path through
torn down mountains and new
shopping malls, but our hearts
still crave the cool dew of the
forest’s canopy and the tender
touch of a lover’s hand.