Blueberries dreaming of cookies

One of my PiBoIdMo ideas from November…still in process!


Where does a blueberry want to end up?

Sitting and waiting at the bottom of your cup?

Under a leaf, peering through blades of grass?

Or wistfully looking up at a wee little lass?

If I were a blueberry, I'd want to swim

in a bowl full of cereal and milk, partly skim. 

I'd want to be warmed in a sweet, gooey pie.

I'd want to be thrown in the air, up high!

I wonder if each blueberry has its own dream.

I bet it would want to be the blueberry queen.

Or a banker on wall street, crunching the stats.

Maybe a weightlifter, building those lats?

Whatever those blueberry wishes might be,

I am always reminded when I see one flee.

Falling out of the box and onto the floor,

I imagine it trying to get to the door.

I reach over and give the blueberry a roll;
It wouldn't be happy doing laps in my bowl.

I wonder if I give it some time to think,
if the blueberry will give me a tiny blue wink
and bounce out the window to follow a dream:
playing ice hockey on frozen whipped cream.