Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Apricot Orchard

Bare feet slap
Packed earth.
In my mind a
Child plays in
Summer shade.
I am here, far
Along the life
He made --more
Than memory, he
Exists in me,
Brown boy whose
Birth began what
I am: an old
Genie who flew
Into dreams and
Made them true.


  1. A lovely piece that makes me see once again why your choice of being a father was just right, or even more that that!

  2. Thanks Will. Causality works both ways in time. If you imagine yourself a genie attending your own past, created from the needs of your own history, it assumes a more general meaning.

  3. Your poetry continues to inspire...

  4. Thanks Annie B., I hope it is of some use, especially now.