In the morning,

when the sun is rising over the woods,

and I am standing before my Holy Apple tree,

it feels as if

you and I and God are married,

all three of us living in a tiny room

together, looking over the East River,

and sometimes, when I am standing in awe before my tree,

if feels as if God is whispering to me,

“go, get busy son, live your life,”

and sometimes it feels as if he is nibbling on my year,

and sometimes, as if he is tickling me..]”

But then, I wake up,

and I see that it is you,

God has left the door open,

on his way out.