Rebellion

Rebellion

On his deathbed he remembers
A day when he was younger
When he lay under apple trees
On his grandfather’s farm
Despite the whole world
Yelling at him 
To get up
Sit up
Sign up
Shut up
He watched the clouds drift
Through the branches
From which unripe apples hung
And though it wouldn’t have looked like it
To anyone watching him
Had anyone been watching him
It was his own private rebellion 
Against everything he’d been told mattered
In time he rolled over 
On one elbow
Got up
Brushed himself off
Went in
But he never forgot that day
He remembers it even now
Lying on his deathbed
As if under apple trees