Fruit of the Tree
I saw myself, friends
co-workers many,
Products of nature,
and ivy-walled study.
Influenced too by what
entertains us and
captures attention.
Brief and imperfect
though it may be.
We think freedom
while slaves to needs,
which we are told we
have, or should have.
In business attire,
in our station in a tree.
Stuck like fruit in our places,
the snake weaves around us.
Our view lost to leaves,
unless we venture out
on dangerous limbs.
We are fruit of
this nature,
fond of our comfort,
but not so sweet this
varietal thus confined.
