Day 18 NaPoWriMo 2020
Complexly Simple: Oregon Strawberries
On the vine in cool nights, sipping in morning dew
soaking in warm rays of late spring sun,
unhurriedly taking its time to grow,
hiding under dense foliage, the pickers
on proposal pose, pluck four or five at a time,
before carefully placing them in buckets.
From there within a day, a quick journey to the store
And in my hands – the tiny, deep red, pieces of goodness.
Plucking the cap and promptly popping in my mouth,
irresistible pieces of fruity, sugary goodness,
the delicious, perfect slices of heaven
quickly melts, promptly releasing a cocktail of
dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins.
It can’t get more complex than this
It doesn’t get more simple than this.
Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s nest in a lilac bush or just looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.
Not much to say on this one – if you haven’t experienced Oregon strawberries, you haven’t lived a good life. And that is not hyperbole.