"The tree and the sun" [poetry]
like a sad ship lost adrift from which
a sad sailor writes a sad letter
longing for it to arrive somewhere to be read
and then, saved him from the sea.
A broken and powerful man is unrecognizable like all others
when they got broken and sad and sleepy
because sadness is dream, wisdom and absurdity
because it is impossible to forget the sun.
Close your eyes beneath the craddle of the sun
to only to think on things that are warm.
Wisdom is neither on the question, nor in any answer.
How can a dry tree be wise?
There is sadness withim, but the shape
does not see his sadness, but a dry, and dead tree…
to a tree perhaps before brimming with life,
to what the tree could have been before he was dead
but never aknowloged sad at the eyes of others.
Only mysterious as far as ignorance of its fruit.