The Sparrow and the Medicine.

When you mend the patches of my clothing
You know every thread goes through my heart
Guessin’ that the river’s gonna dry up
Well, I said that’s not the reason why we bard

Lookin’ ’round the corner where I left you
Wonderin’ whatever led me there
Knowin’ that a quiet, unconscious feeling
Could be bought to drown a memory anywhere

She said, “I don’t want your medicine and I don’t need the sparrow in my heart”
When I’m covered by the thunder I get rid of all your breath deep in my lungs
Splayed in the wind apart ~

(Tallest Man on Earth)

From Blossoms, Li-Young Lee.

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward   
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into   
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
~Li-Young Lee.