THE PRICE OF FRUIT
We saw the earth quiet, restful even,
Enjoying the fruit of our pleasure:
Taking down laundry,
Washing dishes together,
Laughing under waterfalls,
Playing in the nude.
Creation was fine
And we were happy.
If that serpentine salesman had told us
The admonition about food was serious
We might have made faces, but
We still wouldn´t have believed him.
Eviction, though, was a high price
For love,
And the clay roads
Led far away from our little garden,
And to hollow places
Where fruit prices are at least
Clearly labelled.
A Deliberate Life 