It’s that time of year, here in Colorado, when the Palisade peaches are ripe. They are unspeakably delicious: a sumptuous explosion of juice and tangy sweetness, on the tongue. One of God’s very best creations, I would say.
What I can’t quite say is why they reminded me of this poem (or vice versa) today …
I am, you anxious one.
Don’t you sense me, ready to break
into being at your touch?
My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.
Can’t you see me standing before you
cloaked in stillness?
Hasn’t my longing ripened in you
from the beginning
as fruit ripens on a branch?
I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am that wanting:
I grow strong in the beauty you behold.
And with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
(trans. Barrows & Macy)