Evenings light was falling
I chose to take
A walk among the olive trees.
Others were elsewhere
Settling for dinner.
The earth was dry,
Dust rising and making a bit
Of a haze as
I moved toward the sun.
I came to a low rock wall deep in the orchard
Decided to take
A moment of rest.
Removing my backpack to use as a pillow
I lay upon the ground.
I swear I heard laughter
And the shuffle of bare feet behind me,
I quickly sat up and turned my head to find no
Maybe the ghosts were as delighted as me
Under those old olive trees.
And I wondered how many souls had tread
How many had stopped to take a moment and
Replenish their weary hearts with these roots
How many partook
Of the olive tree before me?