A not so typical morning grace before breakfast


I hold a single blueberry
Firm velvet
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

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-01 at 18:20

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very wonderful. I do not think that many people would spare such thoughts for others. I shall never look at my breakfast the same again.


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Joe, a humane meditation. I've marveled at how what I'm eating has traveled from the opposite hemisphere (and how incredibly wasteful this practice is), but I never went on to think about who picked that food. Now, I have to.

There are few things more beautiful than a single blueberry held up to the light. Everyone would benefit from taking a cue from your blueberry meditation--instead of gobbling up our food without an attitude of gratitude and, well, wonder.

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That is so very thoughtful of you. I always like to look at the sticker and see where my fruit comes from, but I've never thought of going that far. I think I will be more thoughtful next time. And, don't forget to give thanks to the scientists who did the genetic modification so that you could get such a succulent blueberry that is probably flawless. :-) I like this poem.

Åsa Andersson
It is so easy to take things for granted, and never stop to think about what it took to put them in our hands or on our tables. It is so easy to forget that other people are ... people.

Lovely meditation on what connects us all.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
We should all take the time when perusing our daily fayre - when I eat asparagus I always recall how back breaking, badly paid the pickers are and there is an art to picking asparagus, I enjoyed this very much

Elle x

Very nice and thoughtful:)