Today in the market place, I will love you in the lemons
and caress you in the smooth-skinned apple.
I will laugh at the ripples in your kale body
and kiss your sweet strawberry lips.
I will savor every kind of seed you bear
and lick the pomegranate juice dripping
from my finger tips with sensuous delight.
I will touch you in the firm young carrot
and toss you playfully in piles of spinach leaves.
I will smell you in the fragrant bins of spices
and take the lids off shampoos to find your scent.
I will look at your eyes in new potatoes
and hold the slender stalks of green celery
with their leafy tops up to the light,
admiring each mist-drop still glistening there.
Today in the market place, I will love you
as I push the cart and sometimes jump on
to catch a ride between the oranges and the onions.
I will suck the sweetness from your fruit
and marvel at the intricacies of your green
and purple, red and yellow forms.
I will feel your shiny grains of rice,
and linger where you bake your bread.
I will smell you, touch you, drink you, taste you,
kiss you and consume you until you have become
a part of me; and when I see you in a human face,
my heart will feel delight, my eyes will smile their joy,
and I will receive you without one hesitation,
for nothing can interrupt our lovemaking.
Today I will meet my Beloved in the market place.
© Dorothy Hunt, from Only This!
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
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