Salmonberries

Here is the good news
for the first Sunday in June:
there is no solution.
Your life is not a problem to be solved.
This is the Gospel for a morning
when salmonberries dangle
in their sable caps, lusciously
yellow, surfeit of their own bright leaves.
If you do not take a handful
and smear them on your tongue
right now, the deer will do it!
They will come so silently to steal
the beauty you cannot see.
Or by a viridescent shadow pool
between the ferns unfolding
in close breathless air,
a huckleberry's sour fire
will succor you.
Taste all that burns with color.
Given the wild
possibility of such a world,
is this not the best news?
There is no conclusion,
no certain end or new beginning -
only pulsation, survival,
and the edgeless unceasing
chaos of faith.