True Roots
To the left of me and to my right
apple trees regal in March bloom,
in front of me a Sabbath sun,
setting hazy this tranquil evening
As I intrude through this enchantment
I pause, and for a second,
as the wind whistles around me
and different birdchirps sweeten the air,
I stand in infinite serenity, and in this moment,
I have become one with the trees,
blooming eternal, rooted in this orchard
When I gather my soul from this stupor,
exit the orchard and continue towards home,
last year's dried leaves tumble behind me,
sent by the wind, rustling on the path,
like animal pitter-patters and I turn around startled,
wondering if they have been sent to retrieve me,
to remind me that my roots on Earth
are there in the orchard
amongst the mute trees
in the silence and the Sabbath
and the hazy setting sun
Come back beckon the leaves,
yet I, forever the alien,
ignore them
and return home
