this is just to say...

I was looking in the refrigerator this morning for some tasty fruit and not finding what I wanted -- which for some reason reminded my brain of this poem:

This Is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

What I love about the poem is that I change opinions depending upon which side of the plum I am on. When I am the 'plum taker' I believe that Williams should of course be excused! When 'my' plums are missing I believe that Williams is selfish and his defense is weak! It's interesting to think about the poetry vs. pragmatism interplay. And, you have the whole 'forbidden fruit' idea thrown in to ponder as well. Good stuff.

In any event, hubby is at the grocery store right now, and I think I'll call his cell phone to ask him to pick up some... yep, plums.