la cerise
- a thought from the day at the orchard.
Thin trees bearing and still pushing out their season's labor.
So much fruit that the birds sit lazy in the trees, fat from gorging
on the treetop’s fruition. Our fingers are already stained with
cherry juice from hungry gathering.
Your wise aunt is explaining how to find the good ones in french;
but I am so overwhelmed with the simple beauty of the orchard
I can only grasp every third word. I thought she said "look
for the deep red ones and watch out for your shoes,” which
seemed like good advice. It is so easy to drift away to
the safety of the cherry where I know exactly what it's saying.