09 March 2008
An orchard full of Apple trees
And rising fog surrounded me,
While effervescent silence pressed
My mortal soul outside my chest.
And from the pressing I could feel
The turn of Time's eternal wheel.
And in that moment, knowing all
Of birth and death, a misty pall
Of darkness stretched across the sky--
A flash--and then the raspy sigh
As good and evil, love and lust
Returned to Earth as dust to dust,
And all of Time's humanity
Became my own vivacity.
Alone was mine the hurt and pain--
Alone was mine the love, and then
The sky became a flashing red
As all the Earth returned her dead.
There I fell prostrate by the trees
As all of Man's eternity
Was wrenched from out my burning chest
And breathed again in every breast
The life of new morality
That for a time had lived in me.
The mist rolled back, and there the sky
Shined brilliantly again--and I,
A mortal--rose to walk between
An orchard and its Apple trees.