I could lie on my bed
and watch on the white wall
the movement of shadow leaves
from the garden just behind the curtain.
I could not believe the source
was a tree that in the morning
and outside had green and sharp
pointed leaves - it was an apricot
tree and when the days were hot
the fruit would ripen and two golden
apricots would be set before me.
I never learned the connection:
leaf, tree, shadow, fruit.