No-fig Days
Some days
are no-fig days,
no fat fruit
plumply waiting
to be picked
No sweetness
hanging
lushly among the leaves,
the pulp juicy
around the seeds
No surprises
beckoning in the garden
to delight the eyes
and pique
the palate
Some days
are no-fig days,
undistinguished
from other ordinary days
except by anticipation
Of fig days,
full of flavor and devourings
and the glory of nature
bearing and sharing
most fruitfully