Mixed Ancient Metaphors

The words taste like music

from worlds long ago

Each letter resavored

in harmonies old 

Coming to harvest

their sweetness imbues

A cave for an orchard

in wall painted hues

Old symbols retilling

those questions inside

Reborn when discovered

then never to hide

The silos refilling 

new birthrights to seed

Replanted within us

—a symphony freed

(The New Room: January, 2023)