In The Garden

I left my laces untied

on the boots by the river

trailing like weeds in the grass.

I laughed at the low-hanging jewels

glistening so in the trees

and whispered out into the wind.

It whispered back to me -

touch, eat, drink -

 

but I contented myself

just to watch winged creatures

float about in the sky

and I heard them singing.

They didn't sing for anyone,

yet I heard them

and I leapt from the earth.

With my heart in my mouth

I took hold of the sky

and hung, for a moment,

 

like a star,

till it slipped from my grasp.

I sang as I fell

and the sky sang back -

touch, eat, drink.

 

I landed softly and wetly

on the saturated ground

and saw the jewels bear fruit

in my footprints.

Touch, eat, drink,

you whispered in my ear.

 

I took an apple

and savoured its taste.