Plenitude - Jan. L. Richardson

 

At lunch today
it was the purple
of the olive pits
against my cobalt plate
that stunned me.

At tea,
the gold of a peach
bloodstained by its stone.

I do not know
where the greater part
of the miracle lies:
that I should pause 
to notice this,

or that I,
a woman of
such great hungers,
should be so well satisfied
by such small things.