Provocation Four: In Praise of the Sweetest Nectar

Updated: Oct 11, 2019

By Gillian Kessler:

Li-Young Lee’s gorgeous “From Blossoms” is a poem of gratitude. The focus, the detail, and the rich, attainable sensory elements brings forth a deep sense of appreciation for a seemingly simple fruit.

This poem seems to be the perfect fit for any occasion involving something miraculously everyday: the greens in your garden, the words of a child, the way wildflowers sprout from the earth in June. Lee reminds us to savor the moment and breathe in the precious present in celebration and praise.

Food that grows from the soil, food that is simple and nourishing and pure, fills us with the literal and metaphorical sustenance needed to be our best selves. Choose a food you find remarkable—perhaps a fruit or vegetable—something pure, something, perhaps, grown in your watershed.

To begin, focus all your attention on what the object looks like: color, texture, shape. From there, move your sensory awareness to how it smells, how it feels in your hands, perhaps what it looked like before it reached you. If you choose a fruit or vegetable, focus on the idea of this lovely gift growing straight out of the earth. Finally, indulge your taste buds!

Write notes as you eat, filling the top of your page with a “sensory word bank” related to all of the associations you’ve had while really focusing your attention on this sacred object and all it provides.

Give yourself fifteen minutes to write on the sensations of engaging with intention.

From Blossoms

From blossoms comes

this brown paper bag of peaches

we bought from the boy

at the bend in the road where we turned toward

signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,

from sweet fellowship in the bins,

comes nectar at the roadside, succulent

peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,

comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,

to carry within us an orchard, to eat

not only the skin, but the shade,

not only the sugar, but the days, to hold

the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into

the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live

as if death were nowhere

in the background; from joy

to joy to joy, from wing to wing,