Apples

Apples

By Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney 10©

An apple fell away from the tree...


She can listen to the secrets of the night..

And embrace the love...

Holding court regally & with compassion
Like the cooling waters in the shielded cup of her hand…
And shifted the sorrows that sifted gratefully between her fingers.

Returning to a place where it belong, as this was not it...

Apples fall away from the tree

That can’t be

Won’t be...

Be…

That one indeed rolled away from what they thought...

They think...

May think…
We think...
She is to be.

Or could not be
Be...
According to them...

One apple rolls away..

While the branches continue to grow…

And then another falls away...

Falling a little further away…

And the one by one...

As time & branches stretch out beyond the borders....

Away from what it thought to be…
Had to be...

Told to be…

Be...

That one became to be the one...

Who listen secretly to the secrets of the night.

And held the wind in her might...

Cupping the love like cooling waters

While the sifted sorrows shifted ...

Falling gratefully between her fingers returning to the place where it belonged...

She had the moxie without an available proxy...

To roll away while the branches continue to grow...

And brought forth with her...
The very best of what she had to be...

While time stretched out beyond the boundaries...

Of what she thought to be…

Had to be…

Told to be…
Be

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