THE BERRY THE BREAD AND THE MAGPIE
“Do not bake your bread in the thickets,”
the berry once said.
“I am fleeting and brash, I am desire.
I am the one who calls the wild bears down to the river
each spring. I am succulence and sweetness.”
“But I am life,”
said the bread.
“I am punched down and kneaded,
shaped with rough tender hands.
I will rise each time I am knocked down.
Who is it but me who sits
at the evening meal
lifted to the mouths of many?”
Replied the berry,
“But you depend on the threshers
and the hot sun
you must be coaxed out of the strained soil
where the bluebells once nestled.
You lie in the sweat of people’s brows
even as you feed them.”
At that a magpie snatched up the berry
and said from the air,
“I am their dreams,
and I am a thief of their fields.
We will meet again Bread,
someday on the windowsill
of a deserted cottage.”