Reach between the eager thorns
to squeeze-test, then pick your choice -
your blackberry - and have it bleed
red-purple on rubus fingers
Let taste burst, spread and linger
sharp and sweet (could go either way)
stain your lips
fill your nose
It tastes so true!
Direct connect
- earth to you
Not one thing other stands between
to tell you what your senses do
do tell
Do tell:
Tell what it means
to eat without packaging or price
Tell now what it means
to taste it the way it was made
or just grew
belief won’t change
what’s real to you
Take it
feel it
eat it
you – just you
fruit – just fruit
so sharp-sweet
just
just all you need
feel free to feed
the gut
the mind
the fruit
the taste
and ideas too
on which to feast
Who is the land?
Whose is the land?
Who walks it, tastes it, occupies
- serves it better?
Who owns it, counts it, incloses
- serves it better?
The juice-drip-lipped bold hedgerow scrumpers
The berry-feasters in the wood
The notice-posting 4x4ers
The mouse-slick-clicking hedgefund swindlers
What is the land?
Asset listed on a sheet
A line on chart -
grey-green background
for grey-green heart
What is the land?
Human-clouds that drift across
that puddle-jump
that berry-scoff
that slide and wonder on the mud
with eyes a-wide and hearts a-thump
Which one includes?
Which one includes?
Which one be you?
Which one be you?
6. Do Tell - Lee Nelson
