Orchard wraps its silk around me in
Dying, dusky air. I live and die in
Dreams slashed with ink.
The sun rises
Glistening mango against wicked sky
I cut my teeth on its pith.
In drinking down the wine of life
I imbibe spirit
Feel the pulse of the earth
Settle in the pit of my stomach and
Merge with the orchestra of my being.
Luminescent and fleeting; aliferous
I gather wandering shards of self and
Drift toward the retreating shore where the air
Smells of apple blossom and ocean salt and
I dissolve into time.