A Small Fruit Falls

Why ask to describe a poem? Jesus...I don't know. It's about twenty lines, free verse.

1

A small fruit falls
And on the way
That worm imbedded
Feels still suspended

2

And the universe like a secret outward creeps

3

A million worlds silent
Deserts bald and bright
A little secret for you, baby
Just for you these barren jewels

4

A small fruit falls
While novae bloom
And blow the dust,
your child to you

5

And weightless thought flickers,
is gone--that is as you,
a pebble of a fragment of a flash
And all the world in it, too

6

A small fruit falls
And on the way
That worm imbedded
Feels still suspended

7

This is man, a dark-hemmed spark

8

So why cry--the fruit cries not, baby
The worm only sweetness knows her life
That fruit that is her world
And what is a worm but a mother of worms
And a daughter of worms?
And what are you but a sliver of a great green eye?
What are you but a bloom that bursts
That has for just itself to love, a universe?