berry hungry

Tangled in vines
of my own forest
for I have not gardened
my mind lately.
I unsheathe my knife
that cut not butter
and tossed it away.
For it is here
in my jungle
that I plan to stay.

I reached for a berry
as hunger grabbed me.
But the thorns
dug deeper
with each reach.
Till I settled,
for a tooth widdlin' twig.

The grass was a carpet
of lazy let me stay,
but I dare not nibble it
for I know not what pee'd
when it passed this way.

I held Ivy
and wish I hadn't
for the he-be-gee-bees got me
scratched my ass
out of that vine
headed to the house
for some calamine.

Unsure why,
we pit ourselves
against ourselves
and settle for what we have,
Finding our paths
and wishing I had
tried harder
to get the berry.