long-legged taste

by the time your hair turns to white
and the light in your eyes shines like
an internal sun aglow in flames of love
burning deep in surrendered truth,
each and every lesson of earth's giving trees will nearly be over
and one of the last things we learn
is that peace is a gift we leave behind,
for like the lessons of the cherry orchard
bursting forth with blossoms, there is but a small
window outside, a two-way mirror into what is
beyond even infinity

spring comes on forever in the way long-limbed human
branches break open the sky with fruit,
wild with light, mad with love,

so mad with love it can be tasted, we can lick our lips
with precious joy..