Poem: At the Dorset Market

At the Dorset Market

You stand at the market stall,
enthralled by the color, entranced
by the possibilities of each fresh vegetable
stacked raw on the table.

Other walk by,
eyes dimmed by pain and sadness,
their lives full of shades of feeling,
their vision nearly monochrome,

and though the bright colors are in front of them,
they walk past, afraid, for they know
colors fail, fade, and sometimes die
before they make the food their own,

and rather than lose the color,
they move on, losing the moment of beauty
that could be theirs.
But you stand, and reach out, sure
the vibrancy will not last,

but grateful that for now at least,
it is before you, and you claim it,
and the joy of passing color,
for your own.

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The picture was taken this weekend at the Dorset Farmers Market, in Dorset, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom