humbled in soul break
pray, pray now
as i should anyway
first in thanks for life
and any wordless poetry
granted there, anon.
moments’ blessings
from living well
in harmony,
an orchard to tend,
faithful,
apples come
when seasons bring them

A. H / K. H (6th March 2020)

this poem comes to reflect on what is for me in part of Seamus Heaney’s translation of Rilke’s poem about an apple orchard – if the poems are apples then they are just part of the whole.