If I were a blueberry

I would
not be one
of those
blueberries
that you
would
find in
the grocery
store.
With those
blueberries
you take
your chances.
They might
be sweet
They might
be sour.
I would
not be
frozen
either.
Waiting for
you to
thaw me
out.
And even
then
you still
not enjoying
me the
way you
should.
I would
not be
in a greenhouse
where
you would
control
how I look,
grow,
or taste.
No.
If I were
a blueberry
you would
first have to
search
for me.
You would
walk
through
many
bushes.
On a
huge stretch
of land.
You would
take a rest
by a rock
and next to
it
I would be
there.
Waiting.
But the
best part
is I am
just living
not concerned
with anything
but the sunshine.
I would be
the roundest
juiciest
bluest
berry
you have
ever
seen.
As you put
me in
your mouth
I would be
so sweet
so full of
taste.
You would
taste a bit
of my stem,
The earth
I grew
from,
The sun
that is
deep in
my soul.
As
you go
to pick
your next
berry.
It would
not be
the same
and
you
will
never
be satisfied.
Because
if I were
a blueberry
I would
be
a shock
of sweet
and
the whisper
of reality
that
your
life will
never
be
the same.
And
It
won't.