Sunday, December 7, 2008


Beneath the branches
of an ancient apple tree,
we wept for the passing of time.
We made our bed on fallen fruit,
breathed bittersweet foment.
Core revealed Cosmos--
one small worm
nibbled at seeds of discontent,
eating his wizened way
through blood and decay
into the
hope of history.

(Image: Joachim Wtewael, The Judgment of Paris, 1602)