Rows of blueberries,
silver leaf
and green stem,
dance gently
beneath
the unforgiving
Tennessee sun.
Reach, pull, tie,
prune, weed,
sweat, curse,
move on,
repeat.
Simple work
demanding
subtle skills.
You must come
into communion
with these plants.
You must know
their needs
and tend them.
To tend
means to touch
with love and grace,
with care.
Love, grace,
tending, caring:
these qualities
elevate the menial
to the sublime.
Your payment
is joy
in the process
itself,
the doing
of real work
that matters
to the silent earth
that will outlast
your efforts.
And,
of course,
that delicious
indigo bounty,
when the plants
reward you
with blueberries
better than sex.
- mce
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