Ever pick raspberries?
Picking raspberries is like living life.
Pick one at a time, lest you squash the berries.
The good ones get the sun.
The best ones are hidden, undisturbed.
Most berries should be picked one at a time.
But especially raspberries.
Just like life. You should only live one day at a time.
Yet, we rush from place to place. Rush to check off one more box on the list.
Before tomorrow.
Eating while driving; driving while calling.
Texting incessantly while sweating wild on the treadmill.
We curse at slow drivers.
Run yellow lights.
Pick the shortest line at grocery stores.
Pride multi-tasking as civilization.
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Picking raspberries is now my task.
All things with raspberries, in fact, have become my tasks.
What I now admire most about living,
I learn from a raspberry.
If you decide you want to bake something for your friends with raspberries from your garden, I fully support you!
ReplyDeleteYou shall be amongst the first to enjoy the delightful morsels!
DeleteRed, I love your raspberry poem above. I love the simplicity of the concept and the uncluttered, clean way in which you wrote it. Love, K
ReplyDeleteWas that what I wrote? A poem?! I guess there is a first to everything. I'm glad you like it, K!
DeleteLove,
Red