Harvest

I have roots in the earth
I have watched them
seep into water

I have travelled with the clouds
to talk with birds
still part of sky's darkness

I have watched crops grow
in paddy fields where
I have been nourished

with the river I have swerved
back and forth into sleep

I have lived in a cave
where I saw the sun
come to greet me
and spent time
discussing the limits of freedom

I have grown into branches
of yellow apple trees
and lived in seeds
that spill into harvest.