The wild plum tree grew from the earth’s roots
stretching its branches towards the sky
towards the sun.
To taste the fresh ripe flesh was a treasure to behold.
The branches swayed to and fro like a rocking pirate ship.
It does not nor can it evade the storms.
Its very foundation depends on it being rooted.
So the tree does what the tree does
and the plum is the perfect expression of the tree.
Fruit, a gift for you and me.
I will taste the ripe fruit with unabashed pleasure and joy.
Revel in its juice and as it drips in my hand
and through my fingers.
A pure delight.
I thank the tree, the sun, the rain as I digest and swallow
the whole earth in this little plum.