One low bush blueberry
In bloom when I reach
The peak so less time
Marveling at the sun
Slowly closing her eye
as I celebrate this
sweet fruit’s seed
rooting in the duff
blown into
crack of granite
after a bird (filling up
On blueberries below)
Shat the seed perfectly
Into this half square
Foot patch where I, too,
For a brief time bloomed
As I could not turn
My gaze from
this beauty burgeoning
between boulders
Even to look at the
First stars ripening
In the high bush
Field of night sky.
Dennis Camire is a professor of writing at Central Maine Community College. His poems have appeared in Poetry East, Spoon River Review, The Mid-American Review and other journals and anthologies. An Intro Journal Award Winner and Pushcart Prize nominee, his most recent book is Combed by Crows, Deerbrook Editions.
