At The Wolfville Farmers Market,

I greet the meat

that met the meat

I eat.

Some days, I feel like meat,

not buying it or eating it—

that I am it.

Other days,

I’m a fruit,

or I might just veg,

loafing

in a milky way.

This is no ordinary place.

I don’t come here to be ordinary;

I come here to be extra-

ordinary.

I come here for community,

extra-

ordinary

community—

and breakfast

and lunch

and supper.

I come here to meander—spiritually.

I come here to be spiced, and pickled, and jammed, and jellied.

I come here to sip and to sniff,

to taste and to touch,

to hear

the latest gossip

and to see

you.

Let’s meet and greet and eat

at The Market.

John J. Guiney Yallop (August 2012)