Sometimes, when the state of the world gets me down, and I want to strangle the internet with my own two hands, I read poetry.
It’s a balm to my soul, and it lowers my blood pressure as well.
In honor of the delicious summer fruits from this week’s farmer’s market, here is my favorite ode to summer:
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
– Li-Young Lee
Ahhhhh, I can breathe again. Thanks poetry.