We're supposed to eat around five a day,
Fruit and veg, apples and peas,
Potatoes and carrots, pomegranates, kiwis,
But tough on the pocket when ensuring the stats,
Filling our baskets with lettuce and that,
And so unless stores can reduce the prices they charge,
Sell abundant produce for a very little ask,
Maybe we can look elsewhere for the flesh,
Of fruiting plants, shrubberies, watery cress,
But go no lower than a ten year old's head,
When picking berries from the gorged siding hedge,
For bitter stain tastes and the hunger of omnivores,
Leave the kneeling for those on all fours,
The plunder of foxes and the blue-tits at dawn,
An undergrowth world unknown by the tall,
Yet the trees give their wealth in cycles of the wheel,
Chakra of the calender with pollens building meals,
In knowledge of the forest path with tributary little ways,
A life of supplementing the supermarket and the golden layered lanes,
Can be lived by wandering nature in time,
To the rhythm being plucked on the strings of inside.
Rowan Blair Colver