A not so typical grace before eating breakfast




Blueberry

 

I hold a single blueberry
Firm velvet
Fresh
Grown in Chili packed in California
Ready with others
For my breakfast oatmeal bowl

I meditate on the picker
Was she or he
Young or old
Happy or sad
Sick or well

Thousands of kilometers
And light years of culture
Separate this picker's
Delicate task from my table
My world

I say a silent prayer for 
Their safety dignity and
Mine





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Written on 2021-03-02 at 00:04

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
So appropriate, this prayer, this grace really. And one hopes that your compassionate prayer being sent into the universe has some effect, however small.
2021-03-04