from blossoms

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

by li-young lee