Saturday Poem

The Ripe Moment

It was laying right there…

in front of her eyes

right where she looked

but could not see

obvious, in plain sight.

But she did not see it

and kept looking

struggling

fighting

searching

so hard

for that which had been freely offered.

Years later,

sitting on a fence

in a field

she saw it.

“Plain as daylight,”

she said out loud to herself.

“And I missed it.”

Just then an apple fell from a tree,

red and ripe, its juice trickling into the soil.

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By Maria Mar©2014

New York, NY

July 15, 2014

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