In the Orchard—spoken poetry

 

there is a fruit that drops easily into my hand, the freedom of the fall

that comes with speaking truth: naming the thing for what it is;

believing what I see, trusting what I know

not second guessing

 

taste: this is freedom, God says

 

to climb higher than I’d like, to take courage, to follow this heart

with its fist-sized, complicated machinations

leading me deeper into the secrets

of an orchard

 

THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK Approach

Available on Amazon

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