golden raisins

Here’s a poem I wrote in July, while it was raining on our slice of the High Sierra. The rain was refreshing - my staff noting that it was a spiritual and emotional reset. I was munching on a bag of golden raisins, hence the title. Please enjoy a small part of the inner workings of my brain.

california grown, plump and juicy

each a nugget of sunshine and care

it’s funny the way a morsel fruit can make you feel

generating smiles of warmth, joy, and gratitude

when you take a bite the fertility of the earth is celebrated

bearing bits of sweetness to enjoy

life is a golden raisin

(or if you’re forrest gump, a box of chocolates)

do you really need to know what you’ve got?