When does your fruit know when to let go?
Resting in the duality of nature,
If I stay I sway,
If I drop I rot,
Waiting for someone to use me,
Passed through purpose,
Through confetti teeth, through voices that will save the world, through hands that care for broken children, through parades of joy,
Often ignored by the impatient yet appreciated by the poor,
If I drop I sway,
If I stay I rot,
Pushing through fruit phlebotomy,
Grazed by concrete and powered stares and truck dust and dog pee,
Dear Mango Tree...
Will your fruit ever be remembered?
Or will your roots go untangled and overlooked,
Without heart beats connected to parachutes,
I choose to jump and let the whole world hear my thump,
Then sway.
