IN THE ORCHARD
By Julia Knobloch
I say my blessings in the orchard, I have turned over the soil.
I give with dubious hands; the intention does not count.
We remain a forbidden junction, peaches and almonds.
I have only been here four years and you since Abraham.
You want a vessel for your seeds —
I was not barren all my life, hearts beat in my womb.
Soon I will lie fallow.
I smell sycamores in dusky air, wine and laughter —
The trees must be blocked for three years,
everywhere and for all times the first fruits belong to G-d.
But the year of holiness ends tonight, and we may eat.
Where are you?
Julia Knoblich is a Brooklyn based poet.