Many thanks to Susan Saunders who hosted us for a wonderful week in Nova Scotia where this poem was written. What inspired it was an apple tree growing in the middle of the backyard just outside our bedroom window. Now it turns out that apple trees grow all over Nova Scotia, literally with abandon and seemingly receiving little or no care, certainly without the benefit (or detriment) of any sprays, organic or otherwise, yet these trees from older root stocks nonetheless bear hearty and delicious fruit, showing no evidence of bugs or blight. How remarkable is that?
Late one afternoon
Just before sunset
We partook of the
fruits
From the Tree of Life
In the bedroom
overlooking
The apple tree in the
backyard
Present prescient and
reminiscent
Became one and the same
time
So all knowledge
begins locally
Grows situationally
and expands
Through further
experience
As the entire cosmos
Comes into view
Starting from
A single bite
photo by Susan Saunders
As common a site as apple trees are in Nova Scotia, the one in our backyard was particularly comely, as you can see for yourself from Susan's great photo. I had a chance to write a few more poems up there (including
this one) which I will try to get around to posting in the next few days.
No comments:
Post a Comment