Fresh fruit

Bite into this fresh fruit
Closed eyes
Sustenance and pleasure
Fragrance and flesh
In this instant
Is that a connection you feel
With the earth, or is it the tree
Perhaps it is our planet’s love
Or just the taste of life

This poem was inspired by Judeitakali’s poem, “Market day”:


The present

There is a duality to this place
Those who walk through
Freely open doors
Expecting to be given
What was promised
Never leave
Spending eternity
They haunt and become haunted
The Gates are always open
But they aren’t capable
Of leaving
The hell they created for themselves