The poem holds an uneasy stillness, letting innocence and consequence rest side by side in a single young grip. The fig speaks to sustenance and simplicity, while the other object quietly carries a history far heavier than its weight. It’s a moment where tenderness and exploitation meet, asking the reader to feel the imbalance without being told where to look.
IT professional turned entrepreneur and haikuist/writer. Creator of the Toolarium Idea Vault and five free Newsletters: https://substack.com/@markduncanstuart
