|Orchard with flowering apricot-trees, van Gogh (1888)|
If I could choose my fortune, I would pick
an infinite orchard to frolic in
and care for in ideal weather with friends.
Imagine us singing and laughing when
it’s planting dawn and harvest moon, talking
low when at work serving relationship,
enjoying benefits of work well done.
Yet now, despite imperfection, nature
and supernatural relationships
hone and shape me in small woods and gardens,
vast skyscrapers and in my tiny room.
My fortune lives in all I open to—
and knowing this, I balance off- and on-
stage time, grateful my part is not yet done.
For Sumana's prompt
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast