Fruit & The End

I’ve looked for fruit in numbers
And what should be
If I’d arrive-
But the path I’d somehow found
Was through a door
To my own table

It was here
I had discovered-
Denying my convenience
Was to break the solemn bread

So, I lift the cup
And pass the wine
In memory now-
Looking not
For what’s to come
Or when I should arrive-

It isn’t numbers
Or to an end
It is within
This moment-