Blackberries at Night – Part I

by Jeanne


Blackberries at Night

When the orange lightning bugs

flickered strangely in the nightthe boys would run out

and pick hidden blackberries.


One would carry the yellow bowl,

one picked them off the bush,

another watched his brothers

and considered the moments.


He waited for something

to crack the silence,

to scatter their voices

in the sky forever.

-Donald Illich excerpted from Alimentum