Once in a dream, the trees in an orchard
called out laughing to me saying:
Here is this sweet fruit,
hold its fullness in your palm,
Feel long of its soft, sun-warmed skin.
And so I held one, then forever wanting..
wanting others I could never hold,
as the sunlight fell through expectant leaves,
in a golden cascade of a summer scene,
giving the trees something more to laugh about.