🌿 The Fruit That Waited for Me 🌿

 

I came with quiet hope and a vial yet to fill,

But first, the garden called me in.

The Jamaican cherry tree danced—

not for show, but for knowing.

She let down fruit like soft confessions,

each one a kiss from the breath of wind.

The tamarind tree—oh, the tamarind—

she scattered her secrets across the earth

as if to say, “You’ve waited. So have I.”

Bare hands gathered sweetness,

bare feet traced the path back to my car,

and I whispered to the sky:

Let today be enough.

Let my blood rise

like fruit answering ripeness,

like roots answering rain.

Let the spell be sealed

with everything I’ve given

and everything the earth gave back.