there is a fruit that drops easily into my hand, the freedom of the fall
that comes with speaking truth: naming the thing for what it is;
believing what I see, trusting what I know
not second guessing
taste: this is freedom, God says
to climb higher than I’d like, to take courage, to follow this heart
with its fist-sized, complicated machinations
leading me deeper into the secrets
of an orchard
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