In my journeys have I happened upon
The Garden Unforgetful, thrice did I
Eat her fruit. When first I sampled, learned I
To trip the light fanatastick, no longer
Bound by gravity, the chains were loosed, danced
For the rain. All the overseers could
Not fix me to this earth, for of the sky
Was I born; return to my home did I.
Second fruit, spoke did I in my one true
Voice, as pure and strong, the leader for whom
World ached. With deep resonance I did
Intone, command, withdrew Excalibur.
The last fruit showed me witnesses, a cloud
Kindred, broken hearts, so lonely, lovely,
Awaiting healing and communion. More
Than a year since I visited garden
Green, yet I have found it grows in me, and
Its harvest will soon become my supper.