Beth Suter

The Abundance

Offers itself to us—olives, constellations, rain
Fogged by desire, we don't fall in, we

Notice the pear’s bruise
Owning nothing but this moment, we stop at
The threshold of enough, liminal,
Hungry, we wait for a more generous portion
Ignoring these small plates, these
Narrow slices of now—
Gooseberries left on the bush, too tart for our cravings

Beth Suter studied Environmental Science at U.C. Davis and has worked as a naturalist and teacher. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, her poems have appeared in Colorado Review, New American Writing, Barrow Street, DMQ Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, and others. Her debut chapbook Snake and Eggs was published by Finishing Line Press in 2022. You can find her at facebook.com/bethfsuter