Avalon en La Caldera


we’ll be late for the party, you say,
it’s already sunset.
but i am walking in Avalon
on the damp, leaf-flecked grass,
  green-gold and copper
in the early twilight of La Caldera.
my pockets are heavy,
bouncing full of apples,
heavier than your belly
  four months full of an uncertain future,
hesitance, and hope.
i can’t walk away from avalon
and into the unknowing night.
i haven’t climbed
   to the farthest apple
  lingering perfect in the uppermost slender branches,
veiled by a curve of golden leaf.
 
wait for me.
i’ll reach it,
and bring it
back into time
for you.
 


‘Avalon en La Caldera’ appeared in
Central Avenue issue #13, December 2003