The Raspberries In My Driveway

Nature will bear the closest inspection . She invites us to lay our eyes level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. -Thoreau The raspberries in my driveway have always been here (for the whole eleven years I have owned but have not owned this house), yet I have never tasted them before. Always on a plane. Always in the arms of man, not God, always too busy, too fretful, too worried to see that all along my driveway are red, red raspberries for me to taste. Shiny and red, without hairs- unlike the berries from the market. Little jewels- I share them with the birds! On one perches a tiny green insect. I blow her off. She flies! I burst the raspberry upon my tongue. In my solitude I commune with raspberries, with grasses, with the world. The world was always there before, but where was I? Ah raspberry- if you are so beautiful upon my ready tongue, imagine what wonders lie in store for me!