Some days speak a language of contentment,
words of abundance, a song that pulses
in rhythm with my heart.

This summer morning I need nothing more
than to walk to the market in sunlight, linger
near the peaches, nectarines, corn, baby lettuces,
arugula, and tomatoes mounded in outdoor bins.

The earnest young man arranging the fruit smiles,
as if the day is a gift wrapped in pleasure
and he the grateful recipient. I choose purple plums,
add a baguette, a sausage, a wedge of brie,
and chocolate for the picnic basket.

In the checkout line the woman behind me watches
as I write a check and I smile when I hear her say,
How quaint.

From Glint (MoonPath Press, 2019).
Used with permission.