Sunday, 4 August 2013

Sunday Poem

See the willows wander wondrous
in a daisy chain around the willows. 
See the willows waken wildly in the wind,
for their true love is the wind, not wiccans. 
We wallow in the shallows of a wade pool
wishing we were wise as willows, less wide-eyed. 
Allow me to mildly suggest this: be watchful
of willows, of water because while they can't
bring themselves to love us, they are there
for us just the same, and beyond us.

From Cloudpeople (Odourless Press, 2013) by Matthew Walsh.

("Willow Tree" by Su-Li Hung.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

small typo in the posting of the poem. "there are there" should be "they are there", no?