Eating Apples

There is a sky, apple crisp -
a mountain, caved and holy -
an orchard, round and woven -
to be seen. You haven't seen everything...
yet. The beaches, the half mornings [drunk on moon
and sun together and at once]. All too much.

 But, you haven't seen it all just yet. There
are untold secrets. Even here,
at the stroke of the key, behind the desk, in the empty fluorescent lighting. Even here there is

unknowable works of art. You haven't seen everything
quite yet. Not yet. And tomorrow, and tomorrow -
and all the joy it will bring. You can't know of it,
yet.

Bring your basket so that we may pluck
as we go. Let the juice drip down your face.
Commit to living.