Pomegranates

there is no time to be anythingother than yourselfgently now, as bees donever rush that which takes root slowlyand never cease to make roomfor your own astonishmentmy friend, if you see me in heaven,tell the gardeneri lived sumptuouslyas pomegranates do This is a revision of a poem I wrote several years ago, titled “Pomegranate Song”. […]