The Clarity of Her Devotion She gets up every morning before her husband's alarm makes him coffee to go with his toast and jelly When I ask her why she says she's prepared a different kind for each day of the week; currant, sour apple, rosehip, quince each berry picked and washed with her own hands She tells me she's careful to cut away the bruises the imperfections to extract the juice slowly into a cloudless landscape of jelly glasses each color throbbing with the clarity of her devotion each one sealed with a bright gold band.