Reckless Poem Poem by Selam G. Sekuar

Reckless Poem

Rating: 5.0


Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.

It flows through me
like the blue wave.
Green leaves – you may believe this or not –
have once or twice
emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere
deep in the woods,
in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song,
the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the
tumbled pine needles she toiled.
And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.
And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength
is she not wonderful and wise?
And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything
until I came to myself.

And still, even in these equatorial woods, on these piles of sand,
I have flown from the other window of myself
to become a baboon, red fox, a girraff
perhaps a tiger.

Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!
Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched
among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nicklas Leow 30 July 2012

From different perspective of different things. I like it.

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