Strawberry mystery

A poem from the Strawberry Pi series

Photo by Justus Menke on Unsplash

Sitting at the edge of the cemetery
I’m looking at the baby mystery
of a strawberry

The red fruit has her own
body and heart
her tiny white nerves also palpitate
bringing life
to her clothing of seeds

She trembles at the touch
of a dewy blade of grass
What will I do
with this Green Lady’s offering of tenderness?

I am competing with a bee
with three ants busy bodying
with a fly
And with Time, flowing effortlessly.

NB: If you liked that poem,
you might enjoy The garden of the Fairies Laughing
here on Medium.