Orchard Memoirs

mind cleared by the walk, the work following the world's lines tracing steps unseen by eyes paths written in scent and sound down trails unbidden a simple nectar made complex within geometric shapes stacked under an old apple tree Branches bare and clacking above humming and buzzing within the thrum of life and work and diligence the manufacture of something sweet I de-construct the tower looking down on the miniature palazzo a unified mind patiently at work faithfully carrying out plans set down by law, by time, by an older power. I carry away my prize the tip of my tongue touching, the scent warming me, the taste preparing me, the sweetness nourishing me unattached to process or progress sketching out plans within plans delicate arches, public spaces private rooms and works of great beauty written on the air with breath. Memory, the only record. oooh oooh aaaah mythologised in my memory oooh oooh aaaaah her sweetness, her scent, her plain facts writ larger