Strange fruit

One day it will happen that I settle myself in this

friendly clay. The soil is ready for it, that's for sure.

It has always been me who looks suspiciously at

the ground. Don't snakes crawl out from the dry

leaves, don't enemy soldiers appear from behind

the garbage can? The solution seems clear: those

who are in transit (pilgrim, refugee) don't care how

long the shadows are in the wet grass, how hard

the sun burns on their dry eyes. There is no need

for attachment, one has enough for despair and

instant coffee. Nevertheless it will happen. Thanks

to my dim faith, my defenceless belief? Is that why

a tree grows out of my astonished existence. One

with kind branches heavy with fruit. Which fruits?

I have no preference (as long as they are not figs).