Bush Plum Dreaming, Japingka Gallery

This Is Just To Say 

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold





The above poem, by minimalist poet William Carlos William, is one of my favorites. I can see, taste, and feel the situation as it unfolds, as though I were the consumer of the stolen plums. It's simplicity at its best.

On behalf of mother nature's wrath (aka storm Jonas) I have spent the afternoon cuddled up, getting lost in some rather voluptuous poetry while the snow blusters on by.  After coming across this old favorite, I was reminded of that simple joy, sensation, which I now share with you. This is just to say that I hope on this icebox of a day, you too have the luxury of curling up with some palatable poetry and indulging in your own (stolen?) plum, perhaps poached instead.