When walking through the freezer section of the store,
I first ignore the sausages, the processed meats,
The minced fish, and the burger patties …
And having mused upon the flavors of the frozen juices,
I gawp at TV dinners and the frozen pastas,
The pre-formed piecrusts, the pizzas, and the waffles.
I peer at frozen fruits and berries,
Pitted, peeled, pre-cooked and sweetened all the more –
And all the different veggies, prepped and seasoned,
Ready for someone to zap them in their baggies.
And I blind myself to all the frozen treats,
Those temptations made with fat
And overwrought with sugar.
One final glance, as I leave the aisle,
At that cold corridor of goodness and plenty,
And I am reminded of the robins,
Which I saw befuddled and shivering so,
Hunting for earthworms in the snow.