Improbable Dreams of a Dying Madman
Have you met someone
who came to you
not looking for something,
just to sit with you
and watch the ocean waves
touch your feet
make swirls in the sand
and curl back quietly?
it doesn’t happen, does it?
like a lonely tree
looking down at its roots
and finding a single mushroom
blooming
blooming
blooming
like it was happy all by itself
and needed none
but all of a sudden the mushroom needed
the tree to be alive
and would shoot venomous pores
at the wielders of chainsaws
or
like a falcon falling in love
with the sky
and not wanting to come down
ever
flying
flying
flying
till its wings hurt
and its body began to dissolve
in the wind and the blueness
and all that was left
was a handful of feathers in the clouds
it doesn’t happen, does it?
