Apricots Growing Wild

Sweet, sweet, wild fruit
in the first heat of the day
in the desert…
Cool and sweet,
unlooked-for treat
in the desert morning,
an oasis…
Nectar, glowing, sweet as light,
and chill, from the night.

Cool and sweet delight
heralded by wasps
drunk with pleasure…
They do not sting,
I do not kill–
Sweet truce
in the first heat
of the day in the desert.

~1983