Sunday, July 8, 2012
as a child
I'd look at my mom and Nana
Why do we make jam on the hottest day in July?
There was no answer. Just flushed faces
hovering over hot burners
stirring jam and
preparing jars, jars and more jars.
Of course, maybe I didn't hear the answer
Lost in a cloud of berry-infused foam, just skimmed from the pot.
A small reward for hulling berries in a July-hot kitchen.
I learned why we makers of jam wait.
My berries, sitting on the counter in a July-hot kitchen
Bought at a farmers market this morning
And swell in the early afternoon heat.
Small, sweet teardrops of juice bleed onto the counter, the cutting board
And stain my fingers.
For making jam in a July-hot kitchen.