The Injury in the Orchard

The Injury in the Orchard




I did not cry at the swift, final blow,
Though the full-force rocked my body and my soul,
And my heart stopped, and the red current flow
Obscured my vision and pillowed my fall.
I did not question if I deserved it
As I lay, mute, staring at the ceiling;
I watched my floating thoughts, only feeling
Stillness. And the darkness - I yearned for it.
It never came. Lights danced before my eyes;
Tauntingly, my soul recognized beauty.
Your face hovers; the questioning word dries
In the air of your silence. The fruit tree
     Was tended by my own beseeching hand;
     The fall like nothing you could understand


Tamara, Aug 2012