The Garden

I wandered in a forest thick with green

Where fruits in crayon colors hung in bunches.

And looking up beyond the highest branches

The stars, about one zillion, could be seen.

The howls and hoots of munkees could be heard

And singing from the boughs the tweety tweets.

I wandered without shoes upon my feet.

I wondered and I didn’t say a word.

I skipped into a clearing without care

Where stood a tree with fruits in racecar red.

I plucked one fruit which drooped above my head

And looked upon its flawless surface, where,

A thousand pictures danced as in a mirror

Reflecting back a world of why and how.

Exactly what, I can’t recall it now

But everything seemed bright and so much clearer.

I took my deepest breath of cool night air

Then bent my head, as if looking for a kiss.

My teeth sunk deep in the flesh with a juicy hiss.

I wandered in a forest, each breath a desperate plea

That the noise ten steps behind

Was just the wind.

The shadows clung to me like tar

And above, a sprinkling of stars

Failed to conceal the void that lay beyond.

My hands were sticky with juice

Dripping in dark drops

Onto my feet, in need of shoes.

But then,

From the east

A blinding brilliant spear

Launched itself over the horizon

Illuminating each leaf and stone in minute detail

And now I could see that the trees

Stood in patterns that nature alone could never trace.

And for the first time my eyes looked beyond the tree line

To where the open plains now called me.

I was ready.