Heather Gelb- A Poem

Giving Tree

Rays of light peek through

Branches of fruit, sweet and tart,

Our own giving tree.

It takes sensitive lips to detect

Borders of sweet and tart beneath

Shades of purple nested among the narrow leaves.

I don't need to stick in  my thumb

To pull out  a plumb, thus proclaiming myself

Good to the bone and worthy of

Flowing into senescence beneath its shade.

This fruit is not for unctuous poets

To twist into saccharine words, justifying

Parsimonious tendencies by impugning

Those with the clairaudience to  

Offer baskets overflowing with fruit to

Those who can't reconcile how to

Harmonize the sweet and tart in their own dreams.

When I reach for each fruit with all five fingers, I

Am mindful of a purity that drips down my hand, a

Blend of extremes that

Tingles the tongue with promises of poetry

That touch the soul.

How do I give back

To natural perfection.

Is thank you enough?

Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I leap from hilltop to hilltop. On one of these hills I recently published my memoir, my spiritual  journey from the hills of one land to another:  http://www.amazon.com/From-Hilltop-Path-Rwanda-Israel/dp/1937623076  One of my poems based on this book was  featured in the fall edition of Poetica Magazine. I have also published stories and poetry in other various publications like Pyrokinection, Green Panda Press, Deronda Review, Jellyfish Whispers, UFO Gigolo, Stepping Stones, Aish, IJN and Esra Magazine