Secrets Of The Great Fig Poem by Shirley Harrison

Standing underneath

admiring these magnificent succulent green leaves

admiring its big juicy fat figs dangling

I wonder, I wonder

the joys of taste?

then I look down at my feet

the ground uneven and uncomfortable to stand on

you see its roots are restless

uncomfortably placed



and so, I imagine…



they are trying to find the sunshine

from under the soil and ground?

some are fighting to lift the concrete

others just seem quietly sound

and as I reflect

on its similarities to us humans

even the magnificent roots of a great tree

are quite happy lying in the dark

whilst some simply need to find the light.