Musings of an Amature Photographer

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Great Gatsby.

Mulberries

“Our fingers stained purple, reaching, grabbing, plucking

mulberries off of the tree, purple-black kernels bursting

at the seams, replete with juice. Laughing when we bite

into a bitter one. We were young. 

And sometimes, spotting the perfect,

plumpest, sweetest one high up in the limbs

of the tree, straining our arms, fingers groping

grasping, we reach for it, snatching at it, dangling

tantalizingly just out of reach, and then, we grabbed

it, triumphant, and, finding that it is just like

all the rest, just the same, we try again, reaching

a little higher, pulling a little harder, and the cycle

begins anew”

Euen McMurry, original poem, May 2012.