The Peach

It is sweet with the memory of life and love
around the yard where it was planted
distant
but present now as ever
in this season.
Remember this

It is slightly salty with the tears
you cried, seeking and finding
seeking and finding
love, everywhere
but in yourself.
Accept this

The wound of its dark heart
hides a pit of shame
that is hard to swallow
It will break out all your teeth
if you gnash it
Or, it can become
a new life.
Plant it

For within that life
is possibility. A potency
so bright that it alone
will feed your family 
simply with the way
it makes you burn.
Kindle it

All your longing
starts with learning to belong
to yourself

Then and only then will you taste
that you yourself 
are perfectly sweet and salted,
pitted and bitter

And worthy without proof