a good year (for the ficus)

it was a good year
for the ficus

they were not large
but
the figs
were the sweetest
we
had ever tasted

~

this has not
been a good year
in the world

in parts
some
are fighting
a dirty war

in parts
some are drowning
in flood

after flood

and everywhere
some
are dying

killed
by an invisible foe

the ubiquitous plague

in the constancy
of natural disasters
revivified
in wave
after bitter wave
of renewal . . .

of cataclysm

it is easy
to forget that
the wretched pestilence
continues rampant

it is not
easy
to remain aware
of blessings

good things
that inhabit some
of our daily lives

food
on the table

the warmth
of a true
friendship

a touch of sun
on the back

the freshness
of air
entering lungs

shelter –
holding strong
still –
when the sun descends
and night-time
emerges

love

it is not easy

nothing
is easy . . .

not really

effort
and
attention

determination
to hold awareness
of all the good
that yet remains
in the world

~

the purple
in the skin
and
in the heart
of the small dark fruit
is extraordinary

these figs
are the sweetest
we have tasted

it has been
a good year
for the ficus

~

7 thoughts on “a good year (for the ficus)

  1. Ain’t that statement of ‘nothing is ever easy’ true? it is also true that there are still blessings. A good balance in this poem. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and nodding in agreement

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